Open Poetry #41 |
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Who Was She? |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
What was she wearing? What did that scent Do to steal the silence As I disguised it. Could it be, That she was her, With a lip so still, She felt the crowd’s words Run with the bouquet Of the movements of her face. Was she the one that Wore a white pebble dress As her legs crossed Underneath its risen template? As I move with The black suede steel night, As it bends, Where the streets stretch, Crossed between the empty rooms And faceless stores, I can feel her imagine A stretch of gravel, Split along the rivers wake, Chattering among the rosemary wind. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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