Dress It Up Like Poetry
I’m borrowing bones.
Tell me the others are here.
The clarion call marked a lasting petal.
My eyes still flutter upon your ear.
Worlds wander into each other,
Like words in new suits.
So play your flutes.
No one has time for anything other than joy anymore.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2016
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