Monday, January 27, 2014

flicker of streetlight
three pm strobe you full gait stride through
(my thousand camera flashes, my
lightning storm alive)
every finger a match letting her hair down
teeth of our knees hidden forever
bass of boots add bad weather laughter
butter-side down on a bare knee
neglectful in compass
so our aimless grows a grin,

some wings

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