Silken lights and dark blue nights
hidden world or two as stunning sights
a verse so potent from blurred heights
these are the thoughts on my mind
Sudden surge of river in full stream
morning noon evening, just a dream
on murky street this stranger and his beam
you’d notice quite a lot unless you’re blind
Never ever rooted to one spot
that might creep in the worst of rot
bound to find one missing what they already got
some warrant now afloat but never signed
A swollen haze o’er red tinged dawn
it hovers over limp green lawn
whose wilted grass blades are a pawn
in dewdrop caper so refined
Footnote to an image-ridden terse ode
that owes its inspiration from a town abode
at first a dwelling now bereft of outer road
aren’t I the urban migrant in a bind
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