Friday, April 24, 2020

Paune bara baje

Almost midnight, neon signs blaze
clock ticking, moonlit designs
cast through the trees, the window
over my feet, shadow sandals shifting

as I drift by candlelight
afloat on thin air just long enough
to feel like flying over lunar craters
somersaulting, star-hopping carelessly

in my pajamas, catching air
catching a breath and holding it
until the clock strikes upward
hands clasped together in prayer.


#NaPoWriMo 24/30

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