Conversation After Karl Haas
That night, when the air was an azure army,
a tempter, a civil delight,
We stood blowing kisses
(the wind stood there with us)
on your porch lit by fire bug light
The night settled sweet right above us,
your street in a bath of a contrary glow
and we spoke (how we spoke)
'till the sun almost woke up
and melted us back into snow...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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