Small Change

Brazen cloud
pushes the moon sliver
to one side
_________

Words floured
and battered
then cut into shape
_________

Veiled in solitude
she restored
her rhythm
_________

Sharp teeth
bit into her mind
swallowing reason
_________

She tripped
into a old honey trap
seeking approval
_________

Negative space
sits pregnant
between words
_________

Fumes of fairy floss
a candy striped tent
nostalgic dreams
otherwise
a livelihood
_________

Word cobblers
mend lacunae
unnecessarily
_________

Icy winds
a tremor
ticket inspectors
_________
Polar winds
airbrushed crow
I shelter
_________
Draped
she stands
naked
_________

She stands nude
completely covered
the artist draws
_________
Brief case
on a seat
he sighs
with irritation
she sits
_________

A waft
half remembered
toes stretch
_________

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