Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Seeing (From Tree)

I tried looking away but
her stare surrounded me
like a net catching fish.
Sapphire irises
circled
my trunk,
smooth blue sea glass
caressed
each leaf,
a slow lead pencil brought
each branch
to her lap,
and those clay-stained tennis shoes
stayed,
as long-limbed dust clouds
passed.

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