Saturday, March 5, 2022

Crashville Skyline

Crashville Skyline

Hitting bottom again
It's a state of grace.
Cold snap to my judgement
Face to Face.

Flying high
Flying low.
Flying where I know
I have to go.

Pretty little shards
Clean shaven moon
Crashville Skyline
on a blank dawn.

She held her hand
against the glass.
Game of numbers
so high to lose.

I hesitate
to call her name.
Deep humid night
sick wildflower smell.

Godspeed Hex
Sniper in my Psyche.
Crashville Skyline
Wind from the East.

Watch her knocking
cross the Village Green.
Frayed pitch
stopped way too short.

Her eternal beauty
weary and so wary.
Crashville Skyline
Reconstruct my heart.

-Will Dockery (2013)
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