Friday, August 2, 2013

Handkerchief hems

I could see her 
barefoot in the sand 
all handkerchief hems 
and silver straps 
twirling about in freedom
I'd only ever found
in lyrics of her 
curious how she seemed 
to be surrounded in music 
that I could hear best 
with closed eyes 
as if the softness 
was too great
for a sighted moment.

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