Monday, September 7, 2015

small stone 3- Wisp of a Wind

February 3

The school bus is late but I stand in wait to notice
that shifting among the tree leaves in a distance-
The agitation makes a slow progression toward me
and now I feel on my face his touch -
this gentle, playful, wisp of a wind.
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