Clouds
You watch the candle burning
you thought they were a charade
watching them flicker
You played with painted ladies
see how they turn and twitch
And the moon is praying
to be somewhere else,
solitary as a walk on the parade
you watch the sky's unfold
like petticoats they flutter
by beach and inroads
you groan for redemption
gathered within the dust
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2022
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