bright night flowers

the sun will come up,

and the seasons will change

who do you trust?


reckless heart

remind me tomorrow,

where a crack in time

is south of reality.


head kept above water

singing to strangers,

moonglow, no words left

you are still on my mind.


why hasn’t everything,

already disappeared?



Stewart Guy
Illustration: Claire Palmer

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