Tuesday, July 9, 2013

blinked



The hill is grass prickle soft
and the sky in sunset layers
surprises me every time
always there and never the same.

I glance away
and that indescribable I must capture this moment
passes.

So I bargain
What if I lie really still?
To not miss this moment, I'll even hold my breath!

But it's gone.

The hill is harder than I thought
and my shirt shiver clings damp to my back
as I walk home and exhale next time
I promise not to blink.

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