coy coiled underneath the rocks
a settled cloud coupled and skimmed overhead
A messenger meant nothing he said
felt his face, lower back, then chest
haze hovered over the drawers
housing his helmet, a wrench, a needle and thread
feeling a face, arching a neck toward gazing in
lays himself in place
feels the softness of his bed
coy coiled underneath the rocks
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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