For Later
Run your fingers through
Wind’s silver hair
snatch a tuft for later
and shove it in your pocket-
you’ll want it soon enough
for dreaming in your cubicle-cage.
Fill your nose with the scent:
time lost track of
but remember to hang some up to dry;
you’ll want it soon enough
to gnaw on as you try to sleep
despite the wild eternity of your hopes.
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May 26th, 2010 at 11:53 pm
Wow…wishing I’d done that. (I’m having a cubicle-cage kind of day.)
May 27th, 2010 at 3:01 am
I love it. I’ll keep it to savor it later.
May 27th, 2010 at 9:48 am
I really like this! you writ such beautiful poems Natalie!
See you at writers work shop!
June 3rd, 2010 at 11:36 pm
Nice poem. You don’t need a cubicle to feel like gnawing sometimes…