Oblivion
Poem: Oblivion Falling from the eves and chimney pipes I fluttered . Floated like those autumn leaves. Memories, whipped in the evening breeze . My soul took flight. Windy across foreign Places, baren dusty spaces, where I’ve lain my head to weep. Dreamt and found you asleep. Jeweled, sprawled a queen Between the palms, sipping…