Sunk in black sleep, I find you, my dead friend.
You urge me to use warm colors: gold, red.
Lucky, I say, you checked out when you did,
before wild horses burned and houses slid.
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©2023 Jody Winer
Sunk in black sleep, I find you, my dead friend.
You urge me to use warm colors: gold, red.
Lucky, I say, you checked out when you did,
before wild horses burned and houses slid.
(Read more)
©2023 Jody Winer