Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Daily Prose Poem




Deserted

An oasis. Spirit-longing. The sight outside an open window that begs your feet to follow. It's the cough caught between the treetops where sparrows gather, mid-winter. The candle-flicker between clock ticks that whisper to your heart, that piece of moon beneath your breast bone.

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