Tagged: slice

a slice of pumpkin

on the dark side of

conversations live

the simple things are

we are always one

we celebrate pi

in the city that

perhaps with every

let in the city

let in the city
every once in awhile, a
slice of eight-point-six

million, dirty reflections
and all, awake once again
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: reflections

perched

perched
on the landing
between
the fifth floor and the
roof, we found it –
a super blue blood
moon
dangling
out the window,
wedged
in a sliver
of brooklyn sky
.
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