slow walker

Dragging the night like two bows on brown cellos 

Hearts humming backwards 

A waltz under stars 


Warm carols creep from the pipes that you can’t see 

An ode to last longer 

Than the midnight that’s ours 

 

Slowly we’re sent back to bed with our cups filled

We wandered for hours 

Didn’t get very far 


Dragging the dawn like white sheets up toward soft chins 

Kept in with shudders 

Dreamflies caught in jars 

2022

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