Monday, October 22, 2012

Nearsighted in a Steep Valley


Of

The relationship between a part and a whole, of.
October, a weekday, no one else crossing, shuttering,
that chatter of her past came to make claim of her.

As the ending of summers boiled for the trade wind of falls attempts with the aspirations of filtered skies that lie in soft, luscious dust, that are filled with neo-grey pockets of blue sky. The frill of iridescent colors that make there way through, green, red, orange, yellow, and brown. A mild press between the mimic of the sun shines fortune.