Off Topic: Today’s Verse 53

puddles,
puddles,

in-line skates
she huddles between chili-glazed reeds

windows,
windows,

hide all your secrets in earth
‘neath a trilogy of agave dirt

serenade piquant indifference,
a non-chalant countenance
envelopes

faces,
faces

stormy dispositions
she shrugs off these lances

pliant is not the night,
for the night has its own vector

wring out your sails,
hang your piano keys on liminal veils

– foot attached
note is latched –

all crust and no butter

she, the knight,
already bound for a fourth down crown.

— yiqi 26 may 2011 8:43 AM

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