Godplay

by abracadabra   Dec 16, 2009


Here, there
patterns scoot on concrete
faces, flowers, cities
appearing, disappearing
as light drifts through my lace dress
swaying on the line
on a summer's sunday

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  • 15 years ago

    by silvershoes

    Simple enough that it forced me to think. Nice.

    5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by John Long

    Always a pleasure to read your poems. Nice Bukowski quote on your profile.

  • 16 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    Great free flow and deep imagery
    I enjoyed reading this

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