Wednesday, February 11, 2004


if you see me tomorrow give me a hug, i don't know why but i think i could use it.


fragile and fleeting

how fragile it really is
a victory to fly, float and fleet
once at the corner of meekness and majesty
i don’t know where they are any more

arms that reach, don’t
rakes who won’t return anything
there’s really no one standing silent and still
i don’t know where they are anymore

finger nail, look, embrace
linger, pass, breath
heave, no, exit

© Laura Stewart 2004

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