The moon wears a hat of my dreams
Its collar is my wish to know the ground
Where seed we spilt and planted grows
Sky trees and astral firefly leaves for us
In brazen arboreal lust to keep us whole.
As with all dreams, it is a jaunty hat
Filled to brim with shadowed thoughts
Burst from ahead and behind our
Skin-blest kisses. The sun is a shoe
Standing any ground spanned by
Our recent passing. Wearing our world
Precipitates our tears of mingled joy.
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—Gene Stewart
18 July 2013 01:54
