Heather Marie's Bits and Pieces
19 January 2012
nearly weightless
a little night-bird’s feather brushed her nose
she looked to the right, and in the flood of the orange streetlamp
she saw him standing near the wall
and the time moved like the fall
of the nearly weightless leaves in mid-October.
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