Sunday, December 18, 2016

Claine Keily #10 Asphalt

There was an asphalt
colour to his lips
and hands
she thought
as he reached towards her

She dreamed of
cherry blossoms
and orchard winds

He stood in the grove
and then he
was beside the highway
so first she walked on by
then drove on by

Behind him
endless brick buildings

She kept herself safe
as her mother had taught her
by sponging each of the
surfaces around her

Then she performed her own
rituals that came from she knew
not where

 She served herself
wine and almonds
then swam for hours between
the warm green reeds
of an unknown river

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