Monday, October 17, 2016

Blurred Valentine

A cloud forms
Into the shape
Of a huge pair
Of open lips
Through which
A small plane
Slowly flies
Have you ever had
A bug fly right
Into your mouth
But if you look
Closely you can see
The tiny banner
It pulls behind
If not what it says
About this morning’s
Blurred enlightenment
Down your throat

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