Sunday, June 26, 2011

#037/100 Stroll




blessing this morning year when the paper cranes shoot through mist:
blue coalescence, bat-shaped clouds & their eyes on the roofs
while we stroll past bricks, windowpanes, national flag
of a foreign country. your grey hair brushes against
the collar of your orange shirt & i cannot turn
in my summer dress to smile, or swap 
places on the sill to violate our fate.

1 comment:

  1. Love your poem Nicolette! And I'm honored my image helped inspire it! :-)

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