Lemon peel
pearls of
white incandescence.
We are
as we see in prisms,
shafts of
light splayed so prettily.
It
passes so we seek it out,
find a
home for how it feels
inside
the outside looking in,
inwards where
our thoughts dwell.
In these
times we feast as kings
on knowledge
and inquisitive stars.
Sunday, 25 July 2021
A Poem a Day (458): Lemon peel
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