poem ten: two cinquains

Cinquain #1 – An explanation

Fuzzy
head this morning –
had too much wine last night,
which made it difficult to write,
but – here.

Cinquain #2 – A first kiss

The first
time you kissed me,
standing on the dark street,
planets turned in moonshine-burning
silence.

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