summer suite in downtown hilton
beneath the marquee we kissed until the crowds
dispersed and lights blinked on and off
quarter moon high above but unseen
we walked hand in hand in early morning hours
unfamiliar streets shiny and wet
counting blue cars along the way
sharing dreams and making promises
that may or may not be challenged
come daybreak we quietly settle down
high above in eagle’s aerie
well fed and resting in momentary embrace
july two thousand eighteen
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I like the way the poem nests..in nestles
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