Dusky indigo velvet skies
Green-black evergreens, foliage like fur
Enticingly soft, fuzzy needles
Ripple and sway in the foreground
Framing the violet silence
Cut only by the patter
of pre-dawn December rain.
Concrete shines with morning kitchen lights
Here in this sleeping bag
With rustling pages, writing by
last summer's dying flashlight
This last urban misfit
still playing hobo, dreaming in summer mode
bids 7:30am a good night.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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