Thursday, April 26, 2012

Poem 25: Sticks and Stones

Sticks and Stones

To avoid swallowing sharp sound stones I veer round
your words and sketch out precious space between them.
Equilibrium is easily spoiled by words or crunching feet.
When twilight's quiet glow powders rocks and trees
with pink and grey the stream of conversation
stops and silence unfolds within the velvet dusk.

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