virga-veiled sunset gleams greenly
Spring, too full of life
paints the sky.
bloated apricot clouds hang
in aqueous air
almost midnight.
Solstice light now for coven
witchy word women huddle
and prepare one of their own.
tell stories of bayous thunderstorms snakes
pirates and pigs
Strange romance.
funny things these heart
Strings
begin but never end.
later, mist shrouded moon
Speeds my flight home
godspeed yours.
to parched, foreign place
you will make it bloom
with your words.
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