Archive for May 5th, 2008


there is a moss that hangs
and sways in the breeze from
branches of the oak trees
it has dried in the sun
and the air that has warmed

it floats up as the heat
starts to clime
weightless it would drift
away if not held on to by that tree
like a cloud or a ghost
like a memory
that won’t let go

Published in: poetry | on May 5th, 2008 | 2 Comments »
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