POEM OF THE DAY
August 30
If she placed herself just right
she could move beyond the walls
past the concrete and brick
the asphalt
the scuttling of vehicles
the sudden siren
the screeching child
A shimmering of leaves, a sighing of tiny wings
The soft river of wind
Barefeet dancing on the wires
If she placed herself just right
she could move beyond the walls
past the concrete and brick
the asphalt
the scuttling of vehicles
the sudden siren
the screeching child
A shimmering of leaves, a sighing of
tiny wings
The soft river of wind
Barefeet dancing on the wires