Twenty Eight: Fashioned February 14, 2014
Posted by The Typist in 365, New Orleans, Poetry, The Narrative, The Typist, Toulouse Street.Tags: 365, Love, valentine
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For Patrice Bradish
The plasticity of beauty
forms to the mold
accommodates the age
in which we live
not as in a magazine
but with the grace
of the age
in which we live
fallen leaves shaped
by the rain, bold
autumnal rainbow
your bare arms
raised into the sky
in the Hebraic Y
of I Am I Am
as your eyes
see me
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