takes in a breath,
being your refuge,
you develop your
identity
as a street corner,
a sidewalk,
a piece of tomorrow
we always savor...
you ask for salvation,
for love, joy,
spirit,
the air is your soul
and the river your home;
we find ourselves
fighting with rubberbands,
devouring
pain in an instant...
I try
and draw your face
with a ballpoint pen
and words
from the bottom of my shoe...
this is my place, too.
Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster
