not brown grass, not spindle trees
nor sloppy suns embrace you,
you sway in a summer hammock,
your shape unique,
a collection of eyes and glass;
no description ; time has limped to a stop,
the hours windless,
a girl at quiet under the sky
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
not brown grass, not spindle trees
nor sloppy suns embrace you,
you sway in a summer hammock,
your shape unique,
a collection of eyes and glass;
no description ; time has limped to a stop,
the hours windless,
a girl at quiet under the sky