This is… I have no idea what this is, actually, but it’s for day 18 of NaPoWriMo. Very eerie stuff, I suppose. I’ve been a bit tense lately and I need to relax, otherwise all my poetry’s going to turn out like this. Here it is then:
A Sketch of Our Home
Brighter, still brighter
the moon-rabbit
chasing butterflies
in your backyard
while we sip, cautiously,
dream-brews from
silver cups. Summer,
behind the silk screen
your grandmother
left us, is getting drunk
on laughter already.
Last year we got mad
at her, but this time
we’re both a little
kinder. We exchange
conspiratorial smiles
and let the world
change as it pleases.
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