Tuesday, September 20, 2016

calling it a day

she settles
under the sound of a clock
ticking,
the shade of a cool tent
called age.
the sun is
swift against
the pale blue sky.
she throws out
the white flag and says okay.
i'm done,
this, this man
here, is good enough.
i'll anchor
upon this love,
if it is love
and call it a day.

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