Saturday, January 25, 2014

from the vault - poetry - "languishing"

with the whir whir whir
of the fan overhead
island breezes
through the screened-in porch
& open door
twist through the
slatted windows
caress and carry
my limbs
all sticky sweet  with
out of myself
and into
the air
waves crashing in the
rustling of palm leaves
with the chirp chirring
of brightly colored
birds to accompany them
fill my ears
as i close my
eyes and then settle
to a deep


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