It's In Paintings and Dreams - Sept. 17, 2022

an evening’s end

alone on a bench

face painted by a

fully mellowed moon

the art of eyes

asking the

unanswerable

to silent stars

begging the poet

take this speck of life

pulling on the universe

and give us a reason

to listen

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