Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Walk


Right foot first past the hole,
letting bristling trees fall with the wind,
shiver, left foot, pause,
voices scatter like loose leaves,
sizzling empty benches stretch like an arm,
crystal clear blue with a grey sheath creeping,
not enough Z's to hide your thudding chest, 
closing your eyes reminds you there’s silence,
but only when your alone.