Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Such a sky... when you become...

With tired legs
When one returns
Thinking only her
Her face...
Eyes...
Simple things...
Like a walk...
Like a turn back and walk still...
Forgetting the time
And squares...

If a sky dusky
Husky
Wide enough to hold the red and pink and orange
Comes...
Covering up one
Head to toe...

One becomes a traveler blessed
Full
As if one wanted never more...
A simple walk
And tired legs
A pair...

One then becomes fully dipped
Into nothingness
Yet filled to the brim...
To the core...

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