London Poem: Day 257

1 May

Make sense of this for me –
The finite colors
Splashed in haughty tones
To catch the eye, and take
Away the notice of what’s
Really happening.
I am a great, open space –
A place where the subtle
Twinkle of stars becomes
A fantastic mass of cat’s
Eyes staring back.
Yet, it goes unseen.
Just ask, and I’ll show you.

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