Poetry · Writing

Blackjack with the Sun

I fell last night.

Across the moon

but the stars

couldn’t catch me. 

Direct light

but

he couldn’t

face me. 

Time wouldn’t go all in

but she could match me. 

Twenty’s weren’t enough

to keep me flying

but this crash

will be memorable. 

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