18 nightshade

wide eyed in a haze I am blinded by the light
for my own sake my pupils dilate to soak in the snow

it burns and it stings and I sing

nightshade withers in my peripheral vision
a beauteous odor of summer-autumn bliss

a cat howls mournfully in the distance
its paws on the minor keys of an abandoned spinet
a deaf cry to hug the horizon

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