Rite Errs Block
Write of clouds that bow to sup
at mirrored sea as it sizzles into the horizon
Write of smiles made as children form new words
Write of the blade of grass as it stoops it head
to lay the storms first drop
Write of words that sli
ps into another lines
that are always crossed
Write of the welcome that nothingness
offers without recompense
Write of slivers of light that dance
on oil black
Write of touches felt
emotion melt
Orions trousers fell
i guess he lost his belt
Write the lie of truths
always be uncouth
Write because its right
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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