Garden Poem by I, Mongoose

Garden



Space between here and drunkenness
A desert wasteland of crisp lucidity.

Wand'ring through hot sun, burning sands
Overmuch free time, no demands.

Where looks the sunflower at night
When his black eye closes?
Is there pining for the absent sun?

The moon is pleasant company.

Monday, July 31, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,fortune,night,solitude
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