Poetry- the best kinds of dreams
A free verse with a companion haiku.
what can I do,
about tomorrow, when sleep
forms like second skin?
puffy skies snare rattlesnakes
and tip watering cans down my window.
ceiling fan,
twin moon.
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blankets over earth
dropping sweat and tepid tears
a southern rainstorm
The sleep as a second skin concept is really fascinating to me. This was a cool piece! Love the bonus Haiku!