Silver in your eyes
spinning dimes
reflecting light
projecting your fall of night
flashing chrome against the hue
of electric blue
in you
and yours against mine catching
the shine of those specks
echoing death
and out from within
without their spin
the ferryman’s bill
the silver still
Danielle Dix is a poet with a tendency to focus on the challenges that people create within themselves. She is ruled by her impulsive nature, drools for travel, and is compiling a set of poems that she hopes will not fall prey to abandonment in a cardboard box. She tweets at @DanielleNoelDix.
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