Friday, November 22, 2013

Poetry Friday: Birthday Yoga

the northern lights
behind my eyelids
have something
to show me

my body sitting on heels
limp hands in lap
has something
to teach me

locks of hair and finger nail moons
tapping the floor
have something
to tell me:

I'm as impermanent as the
ice crystals on the patio chairs
on a november morning
and as marvelous as the frosty pattern
that created it
and I will wail like a child
when reminded of either

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