rolling through the darkness
damp air an anemic mist
like water through a sieve
it slides over the terrain
nearly obscuring her grace
lazy stiff-legged lope
crossing four lanes
yet only on a jaunt
unaware or maybe undisturbed
by my jerk to pause
and open mouthed awe
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
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