an unseen sunset
diffusing orange into the streets
through layers upon layers of thick wool sheets
a pillow fort above concrete.
rest your head upon a puddle
and ponder upon the world
tucked into a blanket
of reflected, reflected light
the day bids us all good night.
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
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