Draft playing with rhythm

I run and the song is overtaken

by the drifting mind

of the loving one,

the girl whose legs buck up

head down

sweat tucked

to the Easter air

and whose feet crunch for fun

on the mud park trail

but the mind trails

and the eyes trail

back to the known of the man.

I run flatfoot

undone and breathing

foolish breaths that

do not fall

onto his skin.

The march grass packs wet under

press and progress

      But joyous

smiling

bouncing

pink and panting hard

heart fast

the song pugnacious

spring, meandering

My love, when will you be with me again?

: 28 Mar 2008 17:16 |  Tags: Creative Poem Poetry Writing |  Comments (0) |  Report a problem