even in summer

see that hole

a no thing

a darkness spot

the one you can’t catch

the dipping shadow

skimming over yellow sails

spreading purple salt

it evades your finger

a spirit


lazer beam

you are a puppy



sniffing whining

wishes are grabbing

it’s the one

the one that disappears

the min min

the eye dancer

frightening you making you tense in bed even on crisp sheets

even in summer

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Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

8 thoughts on “even in summer

  1. It’s been a while since I read or wrote poetry. This is refreshing. Thank you. It captures my imagination…taking my mind in all sorts of directions and imagining many different things.

    Good work. Thank you Silver Poet

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