Tuesday, February 3, 2009

this morning

salt like a sleepy snowflake 
from your eye
bare calves
march in front of you

1 comment:

  1. Alison, I have a feeling this is not what you were going for. But I think this poem is sexy. It may just be the bare calves. But that is the image this poem brings to my mind. Sort of waking up tired, cold, milwaukee winter and someone catches your eye. awesome.