The Highway for Perfume

October 25, 2018April 2, 2022 Bobpoem, poetry, writing

The sun sits
Barefoot in the April snow,

Picks up flames and learns the geometry
Of turn and spiral, heliotrope and new wing,

Wears the highway for perfume.

The sun is no bigger -I swear-
Than your bare feet in the April snow.

3 thoughts on “The Highway for Perfume”

Jason A. Muckley says:

I love this!

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October 25, 2018 at 2:14 pm Reply
1. naïve haircuts says:
  
  Thank you!
  
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  October 25, 2018 at 5:15 pm Reply
Sunra Rainz says:

Gorgeous.

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August 8, 2022 at 11:36 am Reply

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