Thursday, October 2, 2014

Story Time


Bridging accents  
Mixing time, spinning -
I will carry you
Across something old
Borrowed and blue;
Climbing pages
Making history, finding wages,
Our exhausted fingers reaching

Finding time for branches
Leaving story in the leaves;
We are running out of space
You and I,
And the sky is quickly taking shape -
Vast and blue
Me and you,
Leaving trails of busted stuff
As we reach for the top.
~a.

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