Flash poem for you this morning. Getting my brain in gear. I hope you like it. I do. <3 C.A.
Spanish Moss
No gutter man.
The day we met,
swimming straight out of the bayou,
you shone.
Back then,
wearing a hand-me-down sweater
with thread
made from Spanish moss,
your lights came
straight from sun and iris.
And now,
inside the wait,
I am the perfect
shade of you.
C.A. MacConnell
