our fat orange moon in an indigo sky
hanging so low, from my hammock, my toes poke holes in it
petrichor and heavy clouds floating by
puddles relax on grey pavements from afternoon storms
shimmering asphalt, steam rising
melted sun dripping down,
trails of sweat sliding, sliding
yellow, from here to where the eye can see
un. deux.. trois... 
Love the colors in this post. ESP the egg. Please fi a pickcha of the moon. Saw it last night rising over the horizon while driving. At first I thought I was somehow seeing the last of the sunset even tho it was east – so confusing, it was so bright. It was glorious and magical
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😏 it’s not an egg.
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Beautiful poet and pictures!
Reading line by line and feel like I am there, relaxing on a hammock. 🙂
Yellow is one of my favorite colors, so warm and bright!
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Gam sa-ham nida, Eileen.
Yellow is a fun colour !
Not at all surprising it’s one of your favourites. 😊
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So lovely
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