Empty Gold

My sister will be married by Friday. Maybe there’s still time to find where my real treasure lies.

August 8, 2016

2016-08-08 tim sunset moon church


The way the star nestled onto the crease

Of the mountain’s curve

I found a new song in its phenomenon

Closing my eyes to

The sunset’s repetitive anomalies

I think the empty gold

Just resides in the class ring I almost bought

With a bride’s  scattered creditcard.

Theres a froze in this moment of my selfishness

Because theres light

Maybe I can give sunsets with my fingers

Instead of empty gold

And make presents out of my presence

Like a star resting on a hill.








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