Inspired by: Bohemian San Francisco by Clarence E. Edwards
Passing Luna's old San Francisco called for a drink and the men came over. Experienced ones replaced
one another according to the day of the week, Sundays having
the extra attraction, if one were so inclined. Luna searched the men
in hopes of finding some remnant of herself as the happy-go-lucky girl
she thought she used to be. The one she just knew you would remember
if you ever thought about the look in her eyes when the two of you danced
beneath the moon and counted constellations, letting laughter
take you to the tops of the trees where she rested her head on your chest.
She hoped you remembered the look in her eyes like she remembered
the way your hand felt on the small of her back when you led the way
to where you used to stay, through the trees to that old cabin
where the oak tree stood tall and strong with two names
dancing beneath a July moon still engraved in the bark.
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The Dragon That Breathes Flowers
PuisiA collection of poetry exploring struggles and growth through the destruction of family obligations and expectations, through love and the ones that weren't the one. Poetry that aims to capture the human experience. I hope it resonates with you wher...
