Red eye, bloodshot, peeking
past the cool frazzy horizon.

Now hiding behind heiferclouds,
I see your goldenrays and wonder

of the wind on my forelimbs
where self ends and world resumes.

About Ray Sharp

Poet, endurance athlete, retired public health planner
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4 Responses to Middleaugust

  1. hypercryptical says:

    Your words truly are sublime.
    Anna :o]

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