Tuesday, September 13, 2011

with violet eyes stepped

up beside me the back of a hand.
down winding river valleys with hands
full of silt across mountain ranges
and peaks navigating turns
that hairpin into oblivion or
crease a thousand times
lines across the back of a hand.
so cool on mountain’s edge
with clouds above ringed in a circle
hung amid blue sky shine
in violet eyes sigh. 


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