Scottish Eyes*

by Hunter Scott   Mar 2, 2007


Scottish eyes
Of whistling wind
Breezed around clear
Corners, everything is
Clear, except the sky. And
The wet green fabric of soft
Rolling to a halt by the sky. I
Withdraw, and see a reflection of
Me, a silhouette in white cutting lines.

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