Sunday, 28 October 2012

Carting a load of neverminds and howdoyoudos

heavy on my back

though easily discarded

windy days blowing away the whispers

and continued echos

that only the wind can carry.

Blue sky, white clouds

promise opportunity

gathering thoughts as a goldfinch gathers seeds

forgotten by the earth.

Away we fly

holding cheeks full of breath

lest we fall

too heavy, breathless.

And laughing with bellyfulls

of hilarity

at ourselves

and our places, hidden away

the way these places should be


Linking arms

it is best, this way.

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