21/11/2011

Walking on this Planet



I'm walking

The asphalt under my feet is hot
like treacle
Arizona blue
up above
uglybeautiful

A soft breeze weaves
between my fingers
I spread
my hands
undulating

I’m walking
on
this planet
Gnarled trees
chattering birds
incandescent
sky

I’m spreading out like honey
I’m walking
That is
all



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