Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Dangling Feet

Strung above the unsteady coast, the crepe-paper clouds
ripple with a pull of thread, resembling waves...
we drift away in our clothespin bodies.

Earth is lost beneath us and we peer only skyward,
not wanting to say, "We might regret this."

The comfort lies only upon our chiffon ship
and the lasting bond laced between our tender fingers.

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