tapping on the bar window azure kingfisher another round please
Tag: poetry
too early for happy hour tipsy the kingfisher flies into a window
empty bar kingfisher looks through the glass window
the universe in a sack of skin
lightning in her belly the mega cloud swells
eye in the sky the scribbles on cave walls
sound the bells and run to our dark caves
flowing and still at peace
slow breaths we become the calm lake before dawn
scattered stardust on visible veins