Friday, May 08, 2009

Evening, (iii)

31 words (on the subject of hope) in the month of May:

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He left her that spring,
the day a warm brackish breeze had
delivered seeds to her garden
and hope seemed to float eternal
on the tangerine-crimson sun
that set past eight.
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1 comment:

sms said...

nice. the only word that stuck out was 'warm'... I don't know what brackish means but I'm thinking it should suffice to describe the breeze

could you give us an image for hope?