They both stare at me:
the banana in the sky
with its wide eye,
and that thing,
holding something.
I can see their reflection,
both eyes following me
as if they're hypnotized.
Waiting for me to drift off,
waiting for the sun to come up.
They're scared they'll disappear,
be out-shined by the bright light.
I love the blatant uncertainty of the line "that thing, holding something"
ReplyDeleteThis is a nice poem; it deserves to be thought about and reflected upon.
Will do! Thank you!
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