The Wind Comes to My Rescue
Even in the unflinching heat of night I find respite
In repose, the macramé hammock of youth cradles
The wind comes to my rescue in my sweltering
Humidity hangs heavy in South Florida
The innocence of night entices
At once I’m drawn to the stars
Scattered in the sky like night lights
Hung perfectly like pictures on my wall
The moon holds its usual place
Breathless
It seems the moon breathes for the sky
Its omnipotence holds my earth captive
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Author:
Katie B. (
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Comments1
Beautiful and most identifiable images in this poem of the night sky and air. Well done Katie
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