NPM – 8 of 30

My self-imposed exercise to try to get away from all my recent literalism.

Horses Galloping in Your Hair
after Mindy Nettifee

the photo told lies
the typewriter danced
the newspaper fell in love

shadows clicked in corners
light lapped up the sky
stars kissed his cheeks

kerosene quit
sand castles grew roots
my breath left my lungs
as shards of glitter

 

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Sandy says:

    I like all these words!

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