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.