Saturday, March 18, 2006

Clutching Kite String

This is something I started that went nowhere. Maybe if I 'put it out there' I'll feel motivated to do something more with it. Probably not.

Clutching Kite String

Today the wind blew cold breaths down my collar
tattood ominous notes on my neck in goose-bump braile.

No matter how I hunched, ducked, zipped, cringed -
she refused to be ignored. Once, the sun crept out

peeked from beneath her billowed skirt, just long enough
to nod a mild good afternoon and be on his way.

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