Indigo
Leave yourself behind.
Be the swirled indigo sunset
No one ever quite forgets.
Be the swirled indigo sunset
No one ever quite forgets.
Don’t wait for your skin to bronze
On the beach while the arching waves
Are accelerating in to shore.
Strike fast, strike now.
Seize not the day
But the thin wisp of what is.
When it’s over you can sleep in,
Eat hot cereal doused in brown sugar
And then meticulously wash all your bowls.
Let your gravestone be not
A staid resting place for flowers
But a graffitied slab some drunk once kicked over.
12/13/20
1 comment:
I very much like all of your poems, but this one I love.
Thanks for writing.
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