Monday, August 26, 2019

After the fireworks (Day 950)

like fish swimming upstream 
amidst a torrent 
of colored lights   

they crossed the painted bridge 
sapphire eyes  (his)
remembered dark as 3 a.m.  

eloquent hips  (hers)  bearing 
the dizzying impression 
of his hands

where he had held her  
so she would not fall
and yet she did


(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Chuck Homler (CC BY-SA 4.0)

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