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.


Jonathan Chant said...


William Michaelian said...

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