slowly, as a breeze
she knows no time
no time that turns points 'round points,
circling round to find one
one quiet place to stand still
like here.
silent with sympathy
sorry and simple--
arrested in time
as sand come to a rest at a point
suspended
content with the questions threatening the peace
of glass sand
slowly shining
conviction--
I pause, thinking of you, of breezes, and of glass
strewn as scattered consciousness
tiny glass pieces like stars glitter along the edges, life stops
waits for me...
--R.F. Willow, Baby Blue, La Despunta
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