The usual tenants.

No squatter’s love
will fill my heart,
vagrant promises
dressed in dreams,
the wishing well
all but dry.
Move on!
Don’t waste my time
within my grounds
my colosseum of love
lies in ruins
and I have a date
with the moon.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a superb collection of metaphors & imagination! It's kinda how I feel . . . no appetite for squatters and most other humans not welcome here. The last two lines (which I love) send me on a lunar trajectory that might last a few more nights with the bright waning moon I spied this morning (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Margie, may you see a shooting star.:) just wanted to write on the ruins of Athens somewhat mixed with the love of the moon.