Friday, July 29, 2016


paced precision
bangs that need cutting
clothes too baggy
skin saggy
what do we measure?
when do we care     enough
to braid that crimson thread
hitch a ride on a blackbird bed
pluck the feathers from skin pink from solitude
unraveling the tempest
touching love's conquest
love's conquest?
ah! AH! more likely a draw, a tie, a balanced coin
no triumph, no parade today
just simple breath drawing
heart thawing
under the haze & heat of this July sun

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