Saint Mathias

when planes look like shooting stars

leaving streaks across the fading sky

and the night is just a newborn still

it’s young like us, its purple skin

a luminous backdrop to yet another

summer night I won’t forget

with fuschia clouds like candy floss

and willow trees with arms that graze

the surface of the water just to see

if Saint Mathias speaks to me

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