Friday, January 14, 2011


shallow breaths, mine.
mind wanders as feet do the same
slipping occasionally on thick tufts of grass
my hands and knees meet the grass with a rough kiss
catching me by surprise
a gasp escapes my lips
scattering my thoughts
they are lost in the wind

1 comment:

P.s. I am Me. said...

I think my knees need to kiss the ground more often.