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Our Four Feet
Contributed by
moses
on
Sunday, 23rd March 2008 @ 02:17:17 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Scaling up, bark clings to my flesh
And a twig rips a tear in my shirt
Surfacing warm droplets on my arm.
We balance beam our way to find a seat.
Four feet swing over the dark current
And my ears are flooded with the sound of nothing.
The water moves slowly
And the trees hold their breath
For the inevitable.
My eyes squint and note
The stampede of black on the horizon
And the involuntary smirk on our faces.
We jump-
Down, running to meet the wave of wind
With open arms in a clearing.
Four feet dance to the sound of our shower
And we let it soak into our skin
Staring at the spinning trees.
Copyright ©
moses
... [
2008-03-23 02:17:17] (Date/Time posted on
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