in the indigo shadows
of the alley bend
a dandelion glows
at a cold day’s end
frail stem of milk without honey
anatomy of our rusted love
ripped apart by the howl of money
shredded like a carnival dove
in the indigo shadows
of the alley bend
a dandelion glows
at a long day’s end
my aching eyesockets cannot blink
for the tears burning, salt and viscous -
as archipelagos of dreaming sink
below the ocean’s sad meniscus
in the indigo shadows
of the alley bend
a dandelion glows
at a cruel day’s end
wedding without groom or congregation
honey that’s neither strong nor sweet
just silence shattered by the punctuation
of your swiftly departing feet
in the indigo shadows
of the alley bend
a dandelion glows
at our day’s end
This is inspired by readwritepoem’s wordle cloud, below. I also wanted to give it the feel of some of the tangos I’ve been listening to lately, which are more likely to be about weeds in the alleyways than roses in gardens
The photo is Dandelions, Pavement, Bricks, originally uploaded by Robby Mintz.
