have you met

 

-a four?

the sun’s a butterscotch 
candy on hungry tongue. 
those stars are pinpricks; 
the sky’s a scrim, 
the moon its door.  

meant this five? 

waggling fingers in song, 
stacking words to walls; 
palming psalms and silence. 
her head a cloud, 
her heart a poem. 

all that’s left, 
then 
is this queen oak 
t(h)ree, 
too. 
{one 
won, 
and done}. 

Still playing with metaphor for PAD Challenge, day 8.

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