Saturday 31 August 2019


you touch the sapphire eye for solace
without looking when

come to this country never been
here before

the ones you meet either like you
or dislike you for no good reason

a period to end all the sentences running
and running away

a pitch turning colors displaying a royal
flush of feathered tails

have another vodka sapphire eye sees
you home

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