poem
by Stark
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-09-21 10:28:00
sun shining directly onto forehead,
green grass luminous around a circle of five trees…
leafs’ rising whispers on the wind,
fading to hush.
a quick boyhood sword fight – stick snapping connecting, contact…
breathless, sitting, smoking a joint.
“A nice sunny day for it,” smiling.