Twenty-Four Hour Gloom
Precious one lift’d & cocoon’d in a funerary shroud.
Mer- men and ladies, about, in the sky’s ebb and flow.
The fertile fountain’s full of penny stars behind clouds.
Rubbing chin and mouth of the earth…questions…sigh.
Ribbon’d rainbow’s proud arc when tears cloud the sky.
Splish-splashing happily ever after, sunspry of golden koi.
Kiss-lips must be held closed…why quiet…no thunder?!
Moon in masquerade parade of lightning and wonder.
The rod is the zigzaggedy cane of a lonely old widower.
Wan hand touches his face. Torrent-voicebox’ hoarse.
Bat signals and cotton nightingales in collision course.
Their eeking and warbling, wrestletoss of soak’d sheets.
Sharp needle and thread punches holes in clock’s light.
Twenty-four hour gloom of dawn and dusk, wound tight.
Infuriating how the sun, moon, angels and clouds move on.
8/18/2021
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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