my dreams float
in the glass jar,
brimed in peach-
apple cider
i open the shelf
to admire its color- now amber-
gold & honey
in summer
but in autumn, the
liquid is deep cobalt-green
the sky takes on a sheen of melancholy
i cannot shake off
i think of another place and time
where the clouds are blue-grey
and the half-moon is glorious star-
i open the jar & inhale the half-
part of me, that swims between sun-
set and dusk
never quite framing the face half-
turning, walking between door-
ways
of meanings
and blank walls, i am
still air-scribbling, i am
dreaming
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