Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Sleepwalker

I know how her feet would slide in these slippers
they're too long and puffy, like pom poms on a freshman.
But follow her legs up and see her graceful eyes.
If grace falls like a tree in a forest, sounding its presence
     whether anyone is around, then all we have to do
     is be
there.
And leave the cozy down booties beside the bed.

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