SoulReserve

paper boat

The gathered up sky,
in his velvet eyes,
clear blue
blur, 
of incoming rain,
filled to the brim,
in glass jars;

Only love
is all gray
on days like this ,
paper-boat-make
and fluttery;

And my words stay,
bunched up
like copper coins,
at the base
of a wishing-well,
from pockets
that always turn empty;

Only love
is all gray
on days like this.

© SoulReserve 2016

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