the day cracks
open
with a scarlet smile
to hide its mourning.
that first bird caw
is the empty gnaw of
displaced dark.
we wanted more.
we wanted all.
we wanted whole moon
-light, not that
evil Cheshire cat smile
broken fingernail
crescent scar
now fading.
::
In April, we poem.
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“the empty gnaw of
displaced dark” … gorgeous
“evil Cheshire cat smile
broken fingernail
crescent scar” … I often see that Cheshire smile up there too. I like it. It feels funny, not evil to me—as irksome sideways wisdom and philosophy often come across. Like, “say what? … but tell me more …”
Thank you! I loves me a Cheshire cat, too. He was only momentarily evil for this aubade. 😉