Wednesday, January 13, 2016

3. Fragments: edge

As still as seeing eyes
from the smoke
y haze as the wind is
loud as the edge
is loud and as sharp
as long as I
walk along it.

Down to nothing in particular
from the midday sun
worth staring at
in shadows as in life
where I have the best
of things
or maybe just not the worst

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