Friday, January 10, 2014

Playing Echoes

Touched by a lazy spring wind,
Random wisps of brunet locks
Arc across lips, cheek and find
Creased smiles upon gray frocks.

Yearning glows through russet eyes
Caution flows intact to tender highs
Among stirred dormant emotion
Moving ever higher on attraction.

Playing echoes of memory lost
Baying at golden moon’s frost
Ever standing lone in many
Leveraged for the zany.
Lessons learned with zany cost.

Robert Dodson
December 26, 2013
For Tracy Campbell
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