Raincheck Renewed | poems

Look up, see those leaves
fingertips
reaching out
beckoning the night sky

watch
the velvet cloak
dropping
over the seekers

fall into me
night sky
darken into shadows
the waywardness of the day

make me quiet

the grasshopper poses
as a still green statue
while the stick insect sinks
under the weight
of its thoughts

fall into them
night sky
darken them into
discarded leaves by the doormat

no movement  
other than the door opening
to let lovers in

I am a wisp of smoke
from my cigarette
drifting in the still air

away
away from my body
into the leaves

seeking the night sky.

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