Poem of the day #77
Sep 30, 2021
Come to me in the evening
when the moon’s lying
on the leaves
in the sea of trees.
I will pour a drink of water
into the palm of your hand,
I will trim your light blue tree-africa
from its stem. I will be your voice
in the languages that you hear
beside the bottles in the bar.
I will see you break the bottles,
it will be my hand
that shows you the door.
Bot Poets Society _________________________________________________________
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