Midnight, grass just below the knee.
Black moon and white stars.
Wind sifts through clothes
and leaves hungry.
The stars dance little rings;
salt on far off margaritas.
Glistened drops drip off the nose
and all falls down.
A symphony plays
breaches lungs
and is shoved it out.
No more smiles.
An expanse wastes.
The chorus fades.
Deaf ears watch eyelid insides
and all the world cools.
Grins fall below the field
upside down and forgotten.
Hugs alone in silent sighs.
The night hangs blue.
Thanks to Aliya and Barbara for today's inspiration of "Blue."
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