I languished over a cup of coffee, felt up and down my thighs for muscular-electric pulses and seethed along the cold roads of Cherokee.
Furthermore I witnessed for god, observing a silent jogger; most hushed and gentle. She swept by with lack of sound ordinary shoes; tap, tap, tap – scrape the pavement. Angel fleet by my shoulder and brush my feathered skin of Greek and scents; of winter come.
J’envoye avec les letters humide dans le penses sucre du mon vie et l’aperitif du terroir grace.
Adieu love most cherished; my hands take flight in formation with the geese. Sweet wings who prey on winter and carry such lovely leaves one by one, until spring.
Wither wind of morning, dear life. Sound your trumpet for me. I have furthered my cause for restful sleep. In case I die or pass you by, remember me – sing praise unto lord the wind and our passage of time.
2010 Barry Comer