Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Lucy Alexander #35 The Boy/ The Sky
It is slow
all this falling:
from dream in the morning
to haunt the day's telling
and back to dream
as the sun does its dipping
into the inky night's tremble
that matches your eyes
right now in the shadow
and the curl of your lip
matching that stray hair
as a radar for new questions
or your hands like birds
that dip into the horizon's grace
and seem to fall from cloudy nests
to perch on the hard brackets of
the fire escape and join
your new song of height
that chirps i'm here, look, here
to the wind's own breath –
if you fell again would you swoop
musical and light, a feather in the wind
a laugh lasting a morning
all tangled with your sleep thoughts
and the small differences between
what's there and what's imagined
safely to my arms?
And if you did could I really stand to hold you?
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so very beautiful, and measured beautifully too
ReplyDeleteso so beautiful
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