A soul in flight soars above the grimy mist only to be swallowed by audacious moonlight droplets.
Heart, mind and arteries
skid seamlessly across a canvass wet and damp,
soaking up the wild bloom mildew spot flood.
Chair yoga skeleton figure,
quaking in mid air,
much to the chagrin of startled  night owls.
Like a butterfly or baby moth swept up by high wind gusts,
the rainbow in my psyche prowls upon the neon street lights,
blood red flash alert,
wee small hours traffic signal vaulter that I am.
Ghostly shriek from rendezvous of past enchantment,
bony elbow echoes at the edge,
neck craning memoir a distorted mirror,
a foghorn on mute.




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