November 22 by The Running Son
photos by Sahm King – click for WDBWP source post
◦·•· Gold ·•·◦
And there it was!
My answer, that forever
and ever had a color, the bench cozy
draping of wonder-lazy horizon wide arms
around me, in full bellied Oxycontin bleached-
dream benevolence, like that last spring
when I danced with sun-devils,
danced gold-eyed, reflecting old devils;
that final park-silent solstice
my personal glass-roof renaissance
by Jim Aldrich (:
.namaste. -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •- .namaste.