Tuesday, February 17, 2015

summer story


Yellow and black
apple and pick a
winter
between our fingers
like place moves a story
layered the bottom way down

feet planted
silently through the
unreachable
verb


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2 comments:

WritingsForLife said...

This is so beautiful :-)

February 18, 2015 at 8:52 PM
zonedin said...

Yes, I see there are no verbs. Inaction is a kind of action though, I suppose?

February 23, 2015 at 10:53 AM

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