(photo by Sarah D.)
Walking Poems
the stories you tell with your presence
sparkle over the crowd in uncontained waves
without your knowledge
your stone ripples out
and you are received
the chaos you sense in your frame
departs from you in equations and brush strokes
you are more complete than you know
delusion: we believe our mouths only speak
forgotten: the feast of the senses,
the unwitting articulation of the body
day and night you pour forth speech,
you living piece of art
with ballads in your hair
and an epic in your eyes
4.23.09
c.l.
1 comment:
very cool Crystal. I'm excited to read more of your stuff.
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