September 18, 2014 § Leave a comment

Sand shifts peevishly between my toes
against the dead winter skin on my legs.
Leaves cavort in space
between branch and brown grass
and miles above my head
the vast expanse of blue is dotted – like a child’s notebook –
with ravens that circle endlessly:
black feathers ruffling in sunlight and wind.

She’s here beside me.
Her long eyelashes
stark against the pale winter of her skin.
Her fingers, slim and intentional
flutter on the pages of a book
forgotten. She sleeps.
A faint smile steals her lips –
for a moment
I see her dreams


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