Breeze-cooled coffee
beneath a cerulean sky
playing cat’s cradle with
the early hours
testing time’s elasticity
in these dog-days
of fear-fueled love
and joy-tainted horrors
light pausing to touch
each moment windborne
russet and gold
in our hair our laps
our hands wildly
until the curtains fall back
into place
and we turn again
toward the invisible world
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Needpix
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