Light
Eyes closed and gently singing,
miles of buildings playing.
Musical lights with no one
home.
perched on a rooftop, the wind
running her fingers through
my hair.
a child wild as ever, smirking enduring
for stone elements splattered by their
own brains.
Gotta light it up just to see straight, passed and
through to make way, my scene.
A sort of rough draft being smoothed out, you see.
Copyright © Josh Heree | Year Posted 2018
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