overhead, by wolf martin

on an altar in my backyard
other gods sleep restless
backs turned opposite of the SUN
rising portals gently awaken
breathing heart held overhead
for everyone to see
even the sun god himself
even the moon god herself
as the fire creeps up the blood
stream warm on shoulder seeps down
a backroad she whispers in her sleep
a half a tank of gas will get us far enough

Photo by GEORGE DESIPRIS on Pexels.com

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