The Innisfree Poetry Journal

by Mark Tarallo


After sundown, toward night,
the sky an oversaturated

lunar blue, darkening
imperceptibly. Regrets

flicker in and out
like the broadcast tower

lights above Fort Reno Park.
Two skinny redheads, in chain

studs and Megadeth T-shirts,
lie hugging in the grass.

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