Friday, December 24, 2010

Voices and slingshots

sheets of gold
drape fleeting time into their fold; eternity
teases urgent scurrying life.
its fleeting flight
forever one glance ahead; forever
one step elusive


dipping amber casts crimson over green; lending
ephemeral shine; leaveing murky brown
in place of, vivid erstwhile-chartreuse.

river swells

fingers entwine
pressed skin pressed against lips, eyes
show a tint of fear, and concern
the thrill and the encouragement

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