Thursday, January 31, 2019

Kerri Shying R - # 585 - light

Light

from the bus   you were the high wire
people  dancing     on skin   on concrete
handfuls of each other     up against the
shirred wheat stucco      by the air con
a small haul of white powder-coat balcony
set dressing jenga-stacked       to give you
purchase      in the absence of the sea-side
view     a hot day   this knee trembler   us
below    who looked up   only because
we are not used to seeing cranes

1 comment:

  1. handfuls of each other !
    love this poem Kerri. Especiallly the first four lines...but having any favourites within your poems is a bit tricky... i get lost in the lov'n it...

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