Thursday, April 28, 2016

Efi Hatzimanolis #83 'Child's Play'

Imagine if the weather 
could read your mind,
and if you raced downhill -
our street was steep - 
on a windy day 
when a gale force southerly 
was blowing your way
then a gust might catch you just 
at the moment both feet 
were in the air, and lift you there, 
to fly in an open sky,
silly as the wind


  1. It is precious recapturing such an experience, and to share it. Thank you!

  2. I enjoyed this playful, buoyant poem. The opening two lines are a great way to start and the closing two lines are a great way to finish the poem.


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