Thursday, September 4, 2014

Light is a white feather in a blue wind


Somewhere between a clothesline and a waltz,
we lose count — and like those other things we talk about,
the cold blue wind comes up again, and we are gone
before we know the light is out.



2 comments:

Jonathan Chant said...

Perfect.

William Michaelian said...

Jonathan, thanks for pinning such a fine kind sign on this line of mine.