Chased by dangerously quick leaves,
sundowners
~caress~
&
–withdraw—
and I seek the pOetry Owl in vane…
Not his look,
–but allure–
lore just a given,
Measured
by Muse,
headlights heckle the gloam,
but can’t stop
-free’ing
–verse
—that–
—-finds me at last.
…a star-crossed seduction…
& wind Howls at
divided path
decided,
but sundowners
,still,
as sundowners
will
‘calming with the balm
of mid-September,
a Neverland
wandered,
an
Ēlýsion
remembered…
…
we were both gods,
you & I,
–you forgot—
wind gales & gusts
its lyric lines Musical
and adrift I sail,
in
thought
-full-
r i f t l e s s,
Cee
the unmapped
dared to disCover,
‘Big Dipper
eating up foothills
by the spoon.
©Karen Robiscoe
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