Yard Sale of Thoughts

After day’s disappearance,
a metamorphosis of earth and sky,
the moon mounts her inky steed, 
as virgin limbs bow down 
from the Redwood trees.

Tonight, her majesty will ride.

She's a hot air balloon
drifting from roof to roof
navigating the maze of constellations 
in search of self-fulfilling truth.

Her exhales form dippers.
The milky way trails her open gown,
and after she makes her journey,
 spa-like clouds cool her feet down.

She must gallop 
until pleasure erupts––
a shooting star,
a speck of dust.
one to covet, 
but only from afar.

©2023 | K.F. Hartless

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Cover Artist: Séraphine Pick