My feet
are tired
pressed
into asphalt
climbing
the campus hill,
composing
a sparer line:
effervescence
in mist,
swirling about
the stones,
a girl,
freckled,
jeaned,
auburn-haired
like the leaves,
walks past
my shadow,
a shadow,
the wish
to dissolve
into scenery,
flowering bush,
wind, chameleon
silent on a branch
not hurt or harassed
by predators
swooping down
from clouds :
over the A-9
Highway,
by Elephant Pass.
Indran Amirthanayagam, November 8, 2008
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