Oats in the Water
he sleeps as stars align,
grey beard, bristled by light.
a voice in my ear sings
an evening song, it comes
with dinner’s washing up
pots, pans in the sink and
it’s Oats in the Water.
I cease to think about
if the moon has a name.
Written for RDP “wash” Music “Oats in the Water” by Ben Howard. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.
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