by onethuscome Jan 2, 2013
category :
Life, society /
inspirational
Walking-feet chalking the pavement-strident-surging-almost bursting-"today i tell her" i muddle under my breathe-"and will hold her hand in the porched twilight"-I was perched like a bird steady inside-she got dressed like a darting shade-no twisted blurbs or tongue fisted -no fluke of ryhme- only the laughter sweet as wine |