ambient

his first thought
like dawn
over the trees
in the park
bends towards
her
not
blatantly
or
obsessively
but constant
like wind
slowly
fluttering
the lace
sheers
through
an open
window
or a loose
lock
of her hair
tickling
the nape
of her neck
(May 17, 2013)

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