sleepy seeds
sift tender what the sandman leaves your eyes
thus soft with dreams meandering, that swoon
the gauzy soot that dusts the day's goodbyes
grown weighty from their cares of life, too soon
and borne upon the bright beams … of the moon.
Rewrite December 19, 2025
For the “Bite Size Number 131 Poetry Contest”
Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor
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