Wednesday, June 14, 2023

A Night Out

night's coolness washes 
a cold white wine 
down the torrid throat of day
her knock comes soft as a smile
the excited sparkle in her eyes
moonlight on a river
rushing rushing 
to the riotous free roiling
of the city’s teeming sea

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