by Frank Sheehan

Just waiting
as we so often do
for a turn of events
to mystify everyday's grind

ramble through malfunctions,
revivals, drives
through misanthropic sets
of different spectrums,

shades, sights, lights
creating hallucinations
gone awry
too good to be true

fly away into dreams,
stratosphere's delight
sparkling throughout the day
into night

when stars fill the sky
moon shining bright
clouds dissipated
cool breeze blows.

January 31, 2018

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Frank Sheehan is a widely published American poet having been published since 1996. He was born in Manhattan and currently resides in Long Beach, New York.

Last updated February 03, 2018