Tumblewords

Fractals Photos Poetry Prose Watercolor

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

She














pale as sandpipers' prints
in a wrinkle of infinity
she flies at that easy hour
catches the potbellied moon
rides past a crescent of sand
seaweed laced
with driftwood beads
a blink of stars, a gentle smile
she slides out through the sky
on wings of sparrow sighs



Over the Next Hill, Watercolor by Sue

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