pressed between
the pages skid and stutter
and promise another
suggestion
a fountain of late summer
like a snowstorm on
the driveway of short heavy
nights like a whisper
words wrinkle the crisp
sheets of dust
motes in miles of slanting
clarity pressed petal-like
between pages the lyrical
a whisper
just words
(c) 2014, by Hannah Six
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