Joy both sides
of the moonbeam
I couldn't believe me,
standing there,
beyond the sunstream
in depths of the turf
progressing
slowly
where your car might
drive nearby
the sky early-bloomed
with gold and starkness
your car stopped nearby
crafted in bliss.
Author notes
This is one of a few poems in 2008 that were written during a robotripping binge... I like where it took me with poetry.
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I like where it took you with poetry as well.

