The Dark Streets She has Seized

poetry

From hotels of memories
And motels of dreams
To water pond lilies
On water pond schemes
Surfaces flat as a Giverny Monet
You can always meet there
In peace and tranquility
The flat ponds around midnight
Where the sullied moon shines
Never sitting quite right
Takes its chance in the sky
Be swept from your feet
With wild entreat
Where the angels duly…