Small Pause

A raspberry casting

It’s crayon to the clouds

With a tangy scent

With after meaning

Screaming for a breath mint

The cool twinkle of the

Stars, smelling breezes

Sparkle in a tan

Minute pause after dusk

It’s only one hour

Of time that spends

Waiting, writing, reading

Between line till the

Clock reaches

Away from the memories

Away from the feelings

And back again, fleeting

To me.