thesocialpoet

A Minor Revolution Near Meadow Street

In Poetry on March 2, 2013 at 3:17 pm

Mellifluous dirty blonde dripped down your

Narrow clavicle; blowing in the wind’s direction

Like daffodils in early spring.

 

For an instant, I surveyed your face,

Taking note of two tenuous strands,

How they kissed at your frost bitten nose.

Oh, winter…

 

Tom Kelly, USA

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