the moon's in Pisces
alta on open palms
can't hide these destiny
lines, seams crease patterns
of mornings in the wild woods,
winter fog. Yellow-footed
green pigeons flock at my feet
at the new moon I see the future
receding like a wave
thank god
for all this earth energy
shakha paula clink and snicker
that if I'm not careful
I'll drown in my dreams
bundled in a 20% kashmiri shawl
smothered in the scents,
atta and attar,
on the balcony below your window,
my eyes scavenge city lights,
for something unseen.
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Shy Anger
PoezieA collection of poems digging into the emotions and experiences that we sometimes try to hide - from love to anxiety to anger and disappointment.
