Breezed air
Flagging freedom against wild blue
In an endless field of stark wheat colored mourning
Catching the sun's tears in small cups
My nite shirt flapping across my knees
Hair dancing and tangled
Catching all the songs of your thoughts
Leaving
The bright of you is clutched in the ebbing flow
Of my wave good bye
And I sip potent empty
As you leaving
(c) carol voccia 2007
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