Thursday, March 31, 2011

wedding

soft sweet quick
hands
dusk steals these shapes
speed over stones
climb
out of breath and out of
cares
wind snatches
soul glides to the left
flicks to the right
glow - spark somewhere
down below
i am whole
because i am not me
i am the soft sweet
quick wind
the jumbled landscape
on the edge
next to you

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