A Moment For An Unseen Stranger
Willow-like, I imagine,
In a safari hat, on top of the world.
A tendril escapes, a kite-string to the sky
That’s bigger here.
I can almost twirl that brown butter lock around my finger, but
I’ll reach up with my words instead,
So as not to ruin it.
I’ll make the world freeze in its frame for you,
And you can hunt down the laughers and the sleepers and the bird watchers
To indulge your lens.
Sleep, sleep with the stars, my sweet.
Wake tomorrow for a purpose
That’s bigger there.
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