saturday & angst

surface of sands, white
sands and above my
head are clouds,

white clouds like
big cotton candies
on a blue, wide canvass.

while my eyes travel
the far distance of the
endless horizon,

my mind cannot stop
pretending, thinking the
futile union of you and my enemy.

 

2018

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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