Adagio
Newborn hair
sweeping the world aloud,
she moves easily,
frail fire.
and I've cast and will cast
the spectrum's of my reflections
in the element-
ed blink of thousands.
Slowly catching curves
with winding
through the one,
my only,
inexplicable
adagio.
Copyright © Jennifer Ratcliffe | Year Posted 2011
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