Orion Rising

Orion Rising

Across the coliseum

celestial, Mars blinks his

red eye, battledancing

with the milky chimera.

I‘m caught in a glass twist,

shadow of river blue

fluorescing aquamarine 

afterglow  

where light once was

under a sky 

made before men

threw away

the gift of night.

No New York fortune

buys Orion rising,

tigertail dangling

my lifeline.

October 2011

(The discerning eye will note that this poem contains exactly 55 words,

and immediately realize it to be my entry for

Friday Flash 55 at the G-Man's.)

Photo: Orion, by Walkabout Wolf on flick'r

Friday Flash 55 ~ Rich

Rich

I dreamed

I received $5000.00

From an unknown source.

I didn’t know what to do with it.

Then I dreamed of you

We lived in a house of purple branches.

We made love and talked all night

Then I knew what to do with 

the five thousand dollars,

just not how

to buy the ticket.

February 2011

Posted for Friday Flash 55  at the G-Man's



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