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A Poetry Medic's Dream (for the Poetic Medic #2 Comp)
Night kingdoms,
Grappling, between dark and light
fire breathing birds by the dozen,
moths of doom, small luminous insects
floated on river water thoughts as
stars among darkness;
if white, all so perfect.
pockets full with earth seeds
arranging times: Stone lichens
their skirts tenderly vanished
branches, trees work around me
at least remembered:
took her back before
I fell into a morning thought
something in my bed: who?
if Rose had slept
She heard nothing
but
they never do
Published 24th Jan 2019
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