My Day 30 poem, based on the prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirty-8/.
Imagine the artist
standing beneath a spotlight
before the moon makes it past the trees
A little house, dark blue
mixed with amber and green
teasing out nostalgia like sugar
The old man by the mailboxes
tells me there’s work to be done
I just want to sleep
but have no place to stash the full moon
and I think it might rain
The anxietude of a real god
is the painting on fire in the next room
I am strangely happy
beneath my disguise
Some things never change
(written 29 April 2022—posted 30 April 2022)
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