Homeward

Suddenly, the full moon 
pops up soundlessly. I was stunned 
by sheer nakedness. 

* 

Will you catch a 
butterfly for my reluctant wine? 
I had invited the black roses. 

* 

A city does not 
sleep any more, after the call 
of service, fumbling with the locks.

Reviews

[slfisher89]

The stanza seem disconnected; individually intriguing and strange