Blue moons, feet, fossils

the blue moon
curled up in the sky
and whispered
'no more going to the dark side with your flying saucer eyes'

A hundred feet.
crawling on your skin
like love.
or sex. or rain.
you're no worm.
preserved.protected.
fossilized.
a memory packed up and salted
like sardines in a tin can
These moments that are talismans and treasure.
these moments once moved like fingers.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

love your work, you are gifted.
M

Hari Potter said...

Did you write that? It's beautiful.

TaChi said...

neat and very well written...abstract too

Shutterfly said...

yup. wrote it. thankoo