Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Verse - Serenity

Ruffled feathers
And floating
Through the air
Lost like a lonely

The milkweed seed
Brushes by me
Entering the
Antique store
Seeking relief
From the venomous
Pangs of summer

And tumbles
Into a singing bowl
Silently tickling
Its burnished
Belly with its
Soft quilted fingers
Intensely intoxicated
By the steely resolve
Of its terse
Perfect skin

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