Heart Sore: A Poem
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
The dog running, and then the girl.
The curled-up lip of the hill at their feet,
and the sky browed blue
above the steep of their shadows.
What it was was the way
the ridge bent back,
and how my arms wished them in,
from the heat.
The curled-up lip of the hill at their feet,
and the sky browed blue
above the steep of their shadows.
What it was was the way
the ridge bent back,
and how my arms wished them in,
from the heat.
4 comments:
Lovely. I kind of felt like that at Pilates today, strangely enough...
Lenore, what perfectly interesting and inspired thing to say....
Ahhh, this is done just right. The first line just pulls you in, making you ache for more.
Maya, and you, the true poet: You would know. Thank you!
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