Like honey
They drip in from this warm sweet night
The bench rests him upright
Black and Gold light
glimmering
on top of water into mind
sinking in
the moon waits with him
he is taken in
Her smile
Shaped by her heart wild
the Cedar tree breathes
him open to
memories she owns
who?
‘remember her,’
it whispers to the wind
dancing with the smoke that breathes him in
this park, after dark
Pipe in hand
Who was loved by this man?
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Zara Michales
Actor, Poet & Writer from Venice Beach California.
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