Fragment
Fragment
In, that petal drooping dream,
I take the reluctant morning for a walk
Its head propped up on a speeding reel
Of flickering moments
Tasting of stale salted sweat it
Drips into and darkens
A sunless compressed thin day
The growling,dog eared pages display
A fang torn night,
it swallows stray secrets, and
Colours another day.
Early o clock !
Copyright © John Lusardi | Year Posted 2021
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