A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
It wasn't in the eddies of the hour
Or in the chair that shook the floor
Or through the heart that carries my insides around
But in the intentions of the moment
That I first caught your smile
Without crushing its wings.
3/28/2015 07:09:00 PM
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