Chiaroscuro Poem by David Kowalczyk

Chiaroscuro

Rating: 5.0


dandelion eyes
a deck of cards
a field of burning moss


as delicate as joy
its hands are spiders
and its smile a faraway shore


it floats like a butterfly
and lies like
a lover

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David Kowalczyk

David Kowalczyk

Batavia, New York
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