A small indulgence:
nibs, inkwells, hand writing in
a click to print world.
Fountain pen
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A small indulgence:
nibs, inkwells, hand writing in
a click to print world.
Cut pin stitch fabric
stretch confines of clothing to
become catwalk art.
Like green periscopes
tiny shoots peer from muddy
beds searching for sun.
Night pushed back, a dark
blanket kicked aside as the
sun stays wide awake.
Taken by cell phone,
he grins shyly, she glows as
if her prince has come.
Stark trees hide flowing
sap like a dormant love that
awakens in spring.
Bandana over
his sweet smile, ninja to his
anime girlfriend.
He won me over
with his Facebook comment on
her profile picture
Soon, darkness recedes.
But tonight I wrap myself
in velvet-starred black.
Flat mapped names turn in-
to forested hills, roads wind
towards adventure.