Ran

The ChampThe Champ Posts: 4,063
edited November 2009 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Mild winds north of you
Like that first day we met
And I knew to let them go
She held the flags up right

Wings underneath them
As the gray skies awaited
For white rolled inside out
As they hurried themselves

'I want to hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I'm very, very frightening
and I'll overdo it'
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