under the palm of night
Colorado stirs
We walk hand in hand
a little
part to catch shooting stars
return aglow
the glisten of nightfall
consumes us
too busy to notice
dark separating from oil
half-hill sun
i pinch the
sag of that great tortoise’s throat
coax the slumber of the world a few minutes more
we’re too busy to notice
love
AbyKittiwake 