My Valentine
The sky wore black like elegantly
like a burnt out bulb; like
silence, a lullaby DOA.
a tidal wave of drums.
Leaves, birds, confetti
wiring exposed
and the red balloons take off to the sky above Rome
to shards of rain,
Rooftops echo ilke a canyon rattle
and the streetlamps hang
from the young ladies eyes
poem by Jerome Moore
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