pale
by sasha
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-10-21 13:37:00
Parent message is 308041
i will count the skies,
capture winds,
name them blue or quick
or me.
wrap my fingers
around the tender foundation
of life’s finest hour
pre-dawn,
breaking on soft shores
of cloud white sand.
bleach air,
pull the pigments from the
sound. dye the silence
paler than the morning’s
breast, rising and falling.
the horizon coughs:
orange explosion,
our lull latches on
to purple
and sinks.