loose canon

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
edited April 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
ascend, wingless grapheme
transform into a new case
of stairs staring

we stand
hillside and tall
waiting . . .

the breeze assumes
powerful sunset feelings
hair waves

goodbye
as we in turn
decide to dream

and trade our alarm clocks
for timebombs
and sleep in
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