where we meet

Personal Reflection 1 Minute 
when the day falls 
in sodden strips, 
snags toes on pavement edge
spills to mirrored ladders,

the wetly twirling leaves
double their ponderous flight
up and down, into and deeper
resting on meniscus

the middle is a space 
of floating // parts might kiss
or turn away, boundaries
and meetings

all in reflection

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

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16 thoughts on “where we meet”

  5. Wonderful imagery as always (I say that every time but hey, it’s true). So much to ponder in this one, too. I find fall and winter to be immensely inspirational for poetry. This is gorgeous writing. 🙂

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  6. This is very beautiful. Your link at earthweal doesnt take me to a loem so not sure which one you tried to link. This one is a lovely read.

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  7. “the middle is a space
    of floating // parts might kiss
    or turn away, boundaries
    and meetings

    all in reflection”

    Beautiful. Love the sort of shy romantic feeling that rises up in this section 🙂

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