Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Walking with a Friend Through Heavy August Air

Walking with a friend
through heavy August air,
measuring it by its pressure
on bare sunlit skin,

wetness sometimes
leavening a bit – sweat
which lets a breeze permit
it to evaporate – leave a breath.

Walking with a friend
as if to lend each other something
of the secret of a moment shared,
parsing out the bared

and blessed, a mystery
of timelessness, nothing
you’d know how to say,
something that won’t go away.


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