while she walks, while she finds.

while she walks, while she finds.

mikl paul

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they chose to hesitate   beside a patch

    of stones,     moss covered,   the green of

your dreams and brighter.      birds everelsewhere,

     and   quiet following    beyond the rush of her

legs against the hem of skirt,      a slight crunch of

leaves and  the keys in her   hand.      a familiar

    path,      found;   after a storm, once, a  window

     frame, lodge between the branches of a tree.

                   found;    after a book, once,   a   bag

     filled with letters from a soldier to an absent

 father.      found;   after a bottle, once,   the

     first taste of warmth with a mechanics son

   who had weighted hands.            she lays

herself upon   the once      upon some     canopy

    of hunger    and when she    sighs this way

  opens through      the once    and memory is a

lover with waited hands,      as  the  green is going

    real and the     petals of the early trees  arc

like sails within a looking glass.     

Reviews

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

Really nice presentation and aesthetic intricacy Mikl! Good luck with your publishing company. If that is indeed what it is?