LATE DROPSA Poem by CHRIS ANDES2.13.15LATE DROPS BY
CHRISTINE ZAPANTA ANDES
Swimming pieces of clock’s ticking, a lavishing echo of
rain’s first drops. Silently, the
eyes search to pin a word from which grows a gesture of winter turning light as the sun’s last kiss to a morning dew. Indeed, it glow. © 2015 CHRIS ANDES |
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