Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2011
I was skipping on the concrete tight

rope when the wind swirled beneath my tipping
parapluie and I took flight into the loosely

hanging telephone wires and my voice suddenly
cracked through a handheld, reciting the lyrics of a favorite

symphony.
Elizabeth
Written by
Elizabeth
Please log in to view and add comments on poems