Thursday, June 30, 2016

Today

Dancing feathers
of morning wind,
tickle your lobes, lashes;
testing your tears.

Not too cold,
I hear, I say
For today, is the day.
tickled lobes, tickled lashes.

My shoes are gone.
The page is curling.
Yes I feel ready,
ready to fear. Today.


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