City orange

In the city I saw stars, and

A clear night with no orange tint

-So strange.

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Merely Human

 

I see the morning fog and know I breathe it,

I hear the nesting parakeet and know I’ve seen it,

After the dew runs down the warmth of my hand,

When the black gate reminds me of the taste of metal,

I remember,

that I am morning

 

 

 

I see the orange tinge of city night, knowing darkness

While people fan themselves, the heat of the night air

When I smell the yearning in the cities cauldron

My soul the fish under the unbroken surface

never a tranquil moment

I know,

I am not merely human

 

 

The Blue Sky

It was a blue sky that on that day I spied

not a cloud above the skyline in sight,

no matter how hard I may have tried,

not revealed even a single streak of white.

 

Across the horizon only blue and light

like the jagged dream of an empty night.

Upon us bore, foolishly dreaded my mind,

in the form of lifeless sky- the end of mankind.

 

Borne on silent wind swayed a branch

and I soon awoken from the trance

thought to myself about the perfect trait

of that background of the trees’ portrait.