abstract

your distracted air
almost pulls a moment
like thread from my heart
to puddle hours
between us
and the floor
like knowledgeable
dimes
raining in
empty tin
cans
almost one
or an
other
in the autumnal air
but not you
nor me
(October 25, 2013)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s