This day / the corner of the sky poems

 

this day.

 

nothing

left in

my old

jean pockets,

 

only a

point

of view

you,

 

and it is

as soothing

as a 

summer 

california

sun upon

my body,

 

and as 

holy

as a 

sermon

from my

sunday

church.

 

I kick

off my 

shoes

and run

my feet 

through

this park's

uncut grass,

 

I am 

certain

somewhere

in London

that you

must be

doing the

same,

 

then I 

pause

look up

at the

clouds, 

 

and I

wish upon

them to

myself.

 

please one

of you 

take me

to where

you are.,

 

but only 

silence

greets me

as they

pass from

view.

 

and I am 

left behind

once again.

 

with this 

day

and this

point of

view of

you.

 

that tastes

like honey

upon my 

lips.

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Ankita Srivastava

Wed 3rd Jan 2018 20:47

So deep. Excellent poetry

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Patricio LG

Wed 3rd Jan 2018 19:18

Really enjoyed this story

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