Friday, October 19, 2012

A quick 10-second untitled poem

Where is the wind
when I need the air
as I tear at these cloths
so my skin can breathe -
then I peel away the heat of day
when I've been soaked in crowds
to find the cool bareness of night
and my eyes can reach the stars
as I draw in my breath
and taste the breast of life.

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