Sunday, May 30, 2010

Verse: Kites

(thanks to @lagonk for the tweet that I stole from him...)

something about
the colour of the wind

when it is
out of breath

or the scent
of the living sky

nestled on
the river bank

compels me to tether
myself to you

and close my eyes
for a while

maybe later
when we are awake

and untangled
we could try

to touch our reflections
in the water

as they
go drifting by

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