Interlude Poem by Nan Williamson

Interlude



interlude

sleeping on the rooftop
lulled by mourning doves
escaping curious eyes
uncouth lips and hands
here no massacres
no burlap sacks in open pits

the yellow days ask nothing
but green awe
delighted petals
shower wet pavement
city´s skyline shimmers
stirred by morning sun
tall towers glitter

god's eye view

Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,solitude
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