Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Saxophone

Saxophone

Foreign,

shine dampened
metal chipped
metallic taste
a smell
a sort of tarnish
a rust about to...

cool
watery
splashing
puddles
waves

surfing on
foam
seashells rising
up to the

wind
air
diving through...

a hot air balloon
taking off
so crimson red
so light and fantastic

just foreign,

except to me.


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