There’s a half moon

On the blue project paper,

Of silver glitter

And a full moon reflection.

The chairs are draped

In peach satins,

But only the front thirty

Have lace bows to flaunt.

There are blue answers

To the black questions

On the first page of Math;

The second black can wait

Till sunrise.

There are calls that

Start with hello

And end with hello

With a reminder to try later.

The yellow bus was

At the corner

So the plate

Was left with just

One triangle of a sandwich,

To tempt.

That girl sitting on the terrace

With a bottle of beer

And joint halfway smoked

Rewinds the conversation

That broke a bond in half

Somewhere between trying

And giving up;

Like the promises

Of tomorrow

That we announce,

Reeking of 


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