January, 2008
i am two tip toes
knees with scars
backporch at the sea shore
and tobacco colored guitars
collarbone and shadows
arms like an ivy vine.
a pocket full of quarters
and no watch to tell the time
my heart finds solace
in a flannel shirt
a rough patched chin
and a smudge glass door
fingers tapping out a song
the hollow sound of our metal sink
keeping rhythm our shoeless feet.
~M
10/08/2010 19:44


