Steven Adelman (3/20/90 / Boulder, Colorado)
Shouting words down the sidewalk while watching the moon
pouring out light like streams of crystal
onto black ice cracked streets!
There are no birds
epiphany that shed form
Circumference of sky
falls sweetly into the arms
of the moon
and I walk
back down the sidewalk
to a home I hardly know
& to a home- soon I see
the Sky is waiting infront of me
and that is the home
that I know!
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