Monday, November 29, 2010

Crossing

My insect-like anticipation, the blind 
reach for a child's hand

I squeeze your small, wrinkled fingers,
call you my king

the curvaceous floating of laughter
flung from down the street

spilling empty, like letters faint 
but acidic with secrets

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