Thursday, November 11

there’s a breeze, a really faint one

and the sun is chasing Asia around the bend

just a twinkle left behind

hugged by the sweet earthy smell

of new

a bit of hair

flits across a cheek

and away again

and then there’s you

2 dirty hippies blowing your mind:

Tats said...

lovely.

Anonymous said...

I don't like poetry on blogs but this was kind of cool.