understanding you
the wind runs gentle
fingers through my wet hair.
hills roll into
horizon crowning mountains.
No car horns. No yelling, save for
birds animatedly discussing the day
like afterschool teens
gossiping on the subway.
so this is why you moved here.
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3 comments:
this poem had great 'topography'. it felt like the walk up the mountain to the proverbial guru:
a step, a look, another step, a wider gaze, a final step, ahah - enlightenment.
I like the comparison of the birds to gossipy teens.
CW- thanks! nice perspective on it!
general- thanks! and i thought you might.
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