the moon was orange
the moon was orange with a kaleidoscope of color draping around her like a royal breath of purpose
parading around those sleeping and awakened souls-- seeking solace without wings
melting worrisome questions, as the strips of her satin garments whip us all into a serenity-- not found picking clover in the pasture
a new vision venturing to make sense of the mess u.s. is in--balancing the books- hooks, crooks.... nooks, and crannies
offering courage,
smoothing the crease--
with the music of geese, passing through
words/ photos - kjl '19
parading around those sleeping and awakened souls-- seeking solace without wings
melting worrisome questions, as the strips of her satin garments whip us all into a serenity-- not found picking clover in the pasture
a new vision venturing to make sense of the mess u.s. is in--balancing the books- hooks, crooks.... nooks, and crannies
offering courage,
smoothing the crease--
with the music of geese, passing through
words/ photos - kjl '19
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