Thursday, August 15, 2013

Like swinging...like rains...like a dress...

Rains...
From up
As She falls
As if she is there always...
As if this swinging of hers
Carries poesy unchallenged,

This urban folklore,
These discoveries,
This walks wayward,
This life...

O like swinging umbrellas
Colory cool,
They me drape...
They me dress...

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