04-27-2016, 10:45 PM
Squints
When the world does this, squints like this
things get small.
The sky hangs on the fields ahead
like an all-day rain.
My feet slosh
one after the other in turn.
The way her hair draped
her voice vanished
her hands went cold
is the way the air smells tonight.
The fog reaches into my coat,
like an anxious pick-pocket.
When the world does this, squints like this
things get small.
The sky hangs on the fields ahead
like an all-day rain.
My feet slosh
one after the other in turn.
The way her hair draped
her voice vanished
her hands went cold
is the way the air smells tonight.
The fog reaches into my coat,
like an anxious pick-pocket.