99poems/3rdqtr/fresh
As I write
at my desk,
a fresh breeze
blows my hair
from my face.
It is perfect
with the music
I am listening
to.
I close my eyes,
feeling the divine,
her breath,
the breeze
against my cheek.
8/11/99
99poems/3rdqtr/fresh
As I write
at my desk,
a fresh breeze
blows my hair
from my face.
It is perfect
with the music
I am listening
to.
I close my eyes,
feeling the divine,
her breath,
the breeze
against my cheek.
8/11/99