The Traffic Lights of Giraffes

May 23, 2020 Bobpoem, poetry, writing

All the weight is in death’s hands
Under an asparagus moon
If life being little more than
The color of grilled cheese above the sea
To somehow out last
The traffic lights of giraffes

In our pockets
The unsettled
For a nest

2 thoughts on “The Traffic Lights of Giraffes”

theusedlife says:

I love the imagery in this poem.

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May 23, 2020 at 6:23 pm Reply
1. naïve haircuts says:
  
  Thank You!
  
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  May 23, 2020 at 10:25 pm Reply

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