Sunday, November 10, 2013

Texture

I miss the grass,
Curling around my toes.

Inexorable itches,
thorny addendums.

The sand,
swirling outward,
with wave
and wind.

Its all concrete here,
Shoes and socks
and Elevators.

I miss the texture,
Mud,sand,grass.

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