Seven-Sent
©February 2nd, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
Seven geese flew in a pale blue sky
While the moon hung low,
And the stars swung by.
Seven cars drove down the grey highway
And the lights shone bright
At the end of day.
Seven wolves lurked in the twilit woods
And fireflies shone
As bright as they could.
Seven girls danced with their hair uncurled
While the Poles reversed
In an upturned world.
I lay in bed for seven straight hours
With dreams that I chased
Through a field of flowers.
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