What Kind Are You
October 1, 2016
Dewdrop sunrising,
rumble engine drum,
shushing trees
and a draught of coffee.
I wish.
Middleofthenight anxiety,
moonlit unrest
with the Almighty.
Black tears or a dirty face.
I wish you were.
Momentous scarlet hope,
undaring questions,
gentle darkness cushions
and words pacify.
Mine.
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