drifting away
to the last gasp of a night that
is perishing as the light comes to pass
along the edge of the horizon in
a tiny bit of rocks which make up
the mountain pass a right hand side
given a new flavor to all of life
like a bud of garlic
placed in a container since genisis
making a needed breath into
these generous leftover deconstructions
made active by the cold and heat
yet change rightly as compositions bring
nearly every gladness in the
way your sensations have appreciation
and the passage of minutes showed
those delicacies i give you
please me huge

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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