1.
Meteor showers sing through the sky,
the night ablaze with falling jewels.
2.
Sunrise slips his fingers
through the bottoms of the curtains.
3.
I swallow your death,
spit it out as a ball.
4.
Her dress a ripple, a breezy sail
as she sashays along.
5.
Time will smooth out all our sharp edges,
if only I can wait to be worn.
a cadralor made of stanzas from unpublished poems
published in Substack:
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