Sunday, 9 July 2023

the moon’s a doubloon

 the moon’s a doubloon 


it has fled with the night

the moon’s doubloon 

high in june in the blue 

over the crest of a contrail

on the thread of a thought

of tonight’s solace at

the end of a scorching day

in june the seasons’ seesaw 

is as balanced as a mind can be

sometimes

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