September 8, 2011 § 1 Comment

Lay, quietly
and watch
A horizon of forestry
Melting, sliding
into blurry puddles
that blear reflective edges
of the glass between your toes

Summer light that ebbs
with tides
finds golden glints
in sleepy eyes
And twilight’s dim leaves
Slick curved lines like
Residue of vigils
in candelight


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