Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Lucy Alexander #67 Tiny Stars (nodding at J W) (Haibun)

We walked through the darkened city, the laneways enticing in the dark. Our feet went one step, one step; if everything could be as in time. Out in the sky great stars exploded, but the footsteps and the sound of people eating at the outside tables and the hiss of the wind in the curl of my ear were all that spread over me. I reached out a hand and held on to yours, the old trees with their knee rugs nodded at our touch. They have their roots knot-twined under the cement. The wind makes shushing sounds to settle their wood, adjusts the twinkles in their leaves.

In the light from
those tiny stars,
your warm fingers.

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