The black blots on white cards,
each one a new world of expression
followed by a monotone,
“So…
What do YOU see
in this one?”
I iiiiiiiiiiii stare, studying
a girl walking though
falling cherry blossoms.
Her shadow r
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splotching the iridescent scene
with watery looks and pasted smiles,
as dyed-blue roses and baby’s breath
clip back ringlets. Her uneasy breathing
caught in the ribbon trailing off
a white, spring dress while bare feet bleed
from the orchard floor’s splinters.
A late thought topples her back;
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The flash cards stop animating
my mind's movie, so my lips part
in a sigh as my sight drifts out to the windows.
“I see
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 Lovers Never Tell · Mon Apr 27, 2009 @ 07:55am · 0 Comments |
