Monday, February 10, 2020

Cento 41 (Day 1117)

Isn't this the best way
with gentle puffs of unshed 
rain   colored by dreams 
that kept you up all night
reclining alone in a land teeming 
with people   a rusty nail
whose metallic possibility
we choose to carry   anywhere
except the foam-rimmed strands
tattooed on your heart

© 2020 by Hannah Six
Image: public domain

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