A Lo Fi Affair by mindgallery
All purple haze and shimmering film
from the blue light while the
television
cast a luminous glow from
some late night TV
show
*
And it was half past Sunday
and ten past nine as
we lay here
stuck
in between yesterday
& tomorrow
in this combustible
bliss
*
Sleep spills from our lids
night contours slide
through our
ribs
as we bask in the glow
while the over
flow
spills out into
tomorrow
*
where the birds wind and dust lands . mindgallery
There’s something about this mindgallery poem that makes me think of warm weather and the arrival of spring. The gradual increase in daylight leaves me hoping for a gradual increase in temperatures. Soon?
