Sunday, July 3, 2011

She Whispers

collect sacred poetry
as it is revealed
in pools
of illuminated
familial fluid.

And then, unburdened
meet
the rhythmic lessons

      waves
               walk
  clearing     
           bursts
                          listen
                 glint
                          sway

1 comment:

  1. your words are made for listening, glinting, swaying...thinking of you laughing in the waves. xo

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