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| painting by harry jim herrera |
lost in thought, midnight comes anew
lost, lust; the weather’s torn you
roll and gaze at the somber sky
your moon half-painted in awry hue
summer plunged in deep slumber
embracing, then leaving you
troubled again, the dark night inching in
did weatherman upset you?
quietly, pleasantly hum a tune
of the song you sang to your moon
summer heaves deeper now
lips parting from you
stir in the dark, it’s midnight
isn’t it twelve hours till noon?
dance on your toes for hours
weatherman gazes past your gloom
there, there
weatherman says
you cry, you pray
lost in thought, again
midnight comes anew
