Tuesday, September 4, 2012

the look

the sun stars shine through your straw hat
I followed the wind to your door
knocked the three knocks
we agreed

he looked at me like he knew me
picked up on the side of the road
he could build a house with his own hands
sleep beside it and dream

we stand, road beneath our feet
sun on my brow, blisters on my heels
step into dark
you still have that soap in your mouth

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