I walked away:
A blue shirt
where the collar leaned into
jasmine skin
A little green bulb
Bleeding racous beats
Sawing into sound-proof corners
The gleam of razored sunlight on railroad tracks
I heard the hiss, saw steam
Remembered...
I walked away
With heavy arms
And a breath I could not exhale.
1 comment:
hey Ahana amazing poem........its just 2 gr8...i mean its just gets me thinking...u just read the poem and start thinking and every line in tht poem gets u so much involved into it and u actually get into tht scenario......hats off 2 u.....thinking who this go to my site probably ull remember....he he he
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