The sky invites
like a cameo broach,
layers of agates
swirled in smoke.
Today makes a signature seal,
a custom plate,
to ward of evil spirits
with an angelic face,
one beyond reproach.
The curtains in my mother's bedroom
catch the wind,
a million Victorian cameos
wave goodbye.
I want to wave back,
but it's too late,
the wind has died.
Until we meet again,
we'll have to all get by.
© 2024 | K.Hartless
Cover Art: “Blue Cameo by PJ Lewis





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