Friday, October 26, 2012

the movement of grass

sometimes death comes in breathing
the movement of grass
there is shelved thinking in life
as in any thrown

there is room in the contrast
of spacing, of
heart - you so are cloudless

wide and still
you -  the leveling of
tree to canvas

water drops (soundless)
but i
your tear sought
you are
so cloudless

death shares her
company - rust on cream
the falling of greys

dimensions have died
for you and
i see your

copyrighted 2012

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