Open Poetry #48 |
Eastern Rooftops |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
They use to sit atop the trails of the Eastern rooftops where the shepherds let their flock run by the wildfire of the soft wind that touched down upon the Moroccan sun He carried her voice into his pocket for if she were to stray away into the southern countryside he could still feel her breathe onto his chest They use to carve the edges out of the brownstone homes that shadowed the hills below for their legs jabbed with the fleet of birds that crossed the clairvoyant sky Under the duck of the night with the archway to the city still lit by the busy walkways As eyes wandered Their hands raised against the braze of the quiet sun. |
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