17 ago. 2010

Poem for Her Eyes

Alone long whiles and long exposed to doubt
Devout along the edges of the breezy shores but never
Too far in or too far high or dry
The breeze quick paced and slightly jingling
Acts chords for all her skeptic cornered wondering
And dances with the notion that the time
Is spread and stretched like awkward caves inside the light.
She often shudders and feels night.

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