Dark grass eats the edges of the steet,
Walking beneath the night requires steady feet.
I caught a glance of an old husband and wife,
Crossing the road, they looked scared for their life.
As if this was the first town they’d ever seen,
And they didn’t know what the traffic signs mean.
But the corners are peaceful, they hold you still,
And if you examine the sky you will see what is real.
Because the sun is confettied with feathers and fallacies,
Clouds tossing backwards into a shell or a sea.
Posting two poems today because I missed yesterday, it slipped straight out of my mind!