Sure
by Jason T. Kocher April 25th, 2009 - Creative » Poetry »
The smell of
rust flavored grass
sand not yet glass
A dew
through hair
moved by dubbed wind
matching my musk
Bare knees
absent mind
unkempt
thoughts
not kept
Two eyes
look back
miss each other
and keep going
We
are
All
Right.
This post is copyright © 2009 Jason T. Kocher and Sporadical Productions, Inc.
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