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the soles of my shoes kiss the rain-soaked cement and torn leaves leading up to my building i look up regarding the roof that welcomed your keys that day when sun and anticipation were abundant some parts of me know logic— they studied it extensively with a focus in authenticity but others, little sparks, break off with different intentions they are pulled to my magnetic heart infusing me with romantic could-have-beens, theatric tragedies and tortured visions i imagine in the distance i see you running full speed towards me but wait this would never happen you would never run you would come close but ultimately you could not pick up your pace for fear of falling your fist opens and dried yellow roses are furiously released behind you can you see me from there? the best parts? not the mundane humdrum puttering can you see my intent? but then the closer i get the more out of focus you seem and i question it all question myself things are not black and white and these shades keep expanding, fusing so perhaps we will glimpse each other another day from behind our electric fences
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Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 12:24 AM UTC
electric fences
the soles of my shoes kiss the rain-soaked cement and torn leaves leading up to my building i look up regarding the roof that welcomed your keys that day when sun and anticipation were abundant some parts of me know logic— they studied it extensively with a focus in authenticity but others, little sparks, break off with different intentions they are pulled to my magnetic heart infusing me with romantic could-have-beens, theatric tragedies and tortured visions i imagine in the distance i see you running full speed towards me but wait this would never happen you would never run you would come close but ultimately you could not pick up your pace for fear of falling your fist opens and dried yellow roses are furiously released behind you can you see me from there? the best parts? not the mundane humdrum puttering can you see my intent? but then the closer i get the more out of focus you seem and i question it all question myself things are not black and white and these shades keep expanding, fusing so perhaps we will glimpse each other another day from behind our electric fences
november 3, 2010 © kathryn peak
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Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 12:24 AM UTC
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