Showing posts with label limbs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label limbs. Show all posts

Friday, September 30, 2016

A cool breeze hits a sweaty brow


Too busy to look up
tethered with tension
down my leaden limbs
tiny things gathered
and amassed
yet-so easily dissipated, blown away

Here, first, things first-
someone's last chance
blows by
why
ask
any-
more
?


Painting by Jean-François Millet [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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