one hour in charlotte NC

a jewelled city, topped with domes

sits aside a muddy river, winding

entwined with the quilt upon the bed

we spun in the sunset, pink and inviting

plumes of froth rose like a slow boat

an airskiff with no destination

and ropes of light shot through

down to silver gravestone houses, pointy rooves in clusters

and we hung there, twinkling

the sea of purple soothes the sharp speeds

of piercing metal blades



~ by annavo on xxx.

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