Serendipity

Or the Lost Art of Finding

Mr. Alessio

Like a cat prowling under a blood moon: Slanted right orange glowing watermelon slice rises over Hills of darkness and a mirror of wine.

A sky-sickle sunset slices most until the sand stops the split. Between trunks of light the light bed hangs While they listen to twilight whispers.

Summer sweetens and winter wounds the heart As it floats like silk threads over embers. They listen as it duets with the waves, unison beats of Irregular harmony.

The spheres quiver.

Like a beetle rolling over the dunes: A fallen date shows the way to the water Where it sinks then floats like silk threads over embers.

Grand, G9