Sunday, July 26, 2009

I can feel me

i can feel me
slowly going
breath that
spills over the lips
and leaves
no lingering kiss
nothing changes
the sun still shines
the cicada mourns
its day of life
crying loudly in the pines
everything is changed
- somehow
still following
the breath
as it lifts
the orange robed butterfly
up into the clouds

~

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