i feel you jumping
through my hair and
turning my pages without my
consent;
i feel you drying the ground
and licking the sky with
a moist brush;
i hear fighting the
leaves with a hard punch
and
swiftly kicking the open waters;
i can tastes your stomp
across my lips and
your brisk change of
the seasons.
September 19, 2008
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