Some True Things
The thunder of moth wings
can only be heard in the rain.
The distance between a screech owl
and your dreaming ear - exactly one heart-beat.
The color blue turns red in the moonlight.
Melancholy finds ways to be your vision
until you disappear into its fingertips
then it loves you.
A woman is a troublesome thing.
Every drop of rain
speaks a language of aftershocks.
Blood weighs you down eventually.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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