in all choice
that promises much
in sharing
lies waiting
that one oasis only
sky dwellers can know
in all times
and in all phases
lost in some
contrition
of misgiving prosody
neither sound nor safe
we approach
and then we retreat
skeletons
amateurs
frozen and indecisive
freedom collapsing
as in dreams
the day stretches on
and the night
fantasies
break apart into the grief
we both watch and own
I like!
Are those ladders held up with sky hooks?
I don’t know. I remember when the Los Angeles Lakers were, though.
This says so much. Great writing!
I had to chirp this one! 😊