Below the diamond shaped clouds
of a Tug Hill sunset, lying next to his
dog, with soft fingers asleep inside
two heart shaped patches, where
the moon barely creeps in and his
sweet olive black eyes said goodnight
once or twice already. You probably
kissed my forehead and looked at me
with that look you will never see yourself.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
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