Late Nights

Toss it

Photo by Filip Mroz on Unsplash

Not exactly Christmas lights
Not quite full moon
2K − 273.15 = -271.1°C
And not a single snowflake
The leaves, the flowers?
Naked trees, empty streets
Depreciated red-dress
Frozen cherry pie
No rhymes, no brilliancy
The vacuum, lack of reason
Strangely pleasing
As I learned to hang out
With my increasing shadow