Was It Wednesday
Was it Wednesday ?
Partly closed, under a hide me peak
of “ Red Bull Inc “ His eyes shaded
cannot see further than his
half day Wednesday dream
expectation sits here ! It must be right.
Her eyes ! they drip the Moon and broken stars
and far, far away now, don’t and shan’t
their playing at it, hidden in shadows
bringing real time uncomfortably close
belief sits here, maybe a distance so near.
The longed for full Moon is half
the stars are hidden behind keyholes
wasted rolling minutes and empty hours
spread into Thursdays first light
it was a half day Wednesday, yes !
Must have been Wednesday.
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