Mayfly Poem by guillermo veloso

Mayfly



Now on the gravel lie
River rock and mayfly passion
A moment alone
A sliver of solitude
Allows the passage of
Caravans of thought
Dream and debris
Drift in and out on
Spendthrift tides
Set in motion by the weeping moon

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