Contiguous.

Languid light fell eery through the fulgent fog bank.
Crows called, wheeling in the glare.

We swing on rubber and chain
taking turns calling back
the chattering challenge.

I do not falter as your fingers find mine
while we walk, shoulders brushing.
Framed momentarily
in crunching autumn leaves.

For a while, I am completely happy.

Reviews

[Matthew Smith]

It was short, but that's no problem. Anything longer would've simply diluted your message, would've dissolved your meaning. The depth is great--it's a beautiful poem, man.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

This was so beautiful, the imagerys painted a breathtaking picture. Makes me want to get out an enjoy the sun shine! Joyable read!

[Judy Ponceby]

Beautifully expressed.