Waltz on the rings of Saturn
inhaling the drift of Neptune
sand castles of tall gold walls
stand by the sea of tranquility
soft blooms of white oleander
softly steeps in your black tea
you devour crispy saltines with
spoons of cold Russian caviar
needle digs deep into the vein
ears humming in the key of D
I descry that black bitching sky
with a kaleidoscopic blue lens
from atop a grand Aztec palace
sits the wizard of the aging sun.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran and poet who is a three time Pushcart Prize and twice Best of the Net Nominee for 2016-2017. His work has been published world-wide in various publication venues. Ken loves writing, thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night and spending time relaxing.
–Art by Marina Ćorić
