I like your yellow dress
And the way you almost fall over
With each step
Uncertain yet determined
A smile brimming
From beneath your wool cap
A glass long empty
Barely held
Somehow clinging to your wayward hand,
For safety
Your dress swirls about
Dancing
Adding a grace to your meandering art
A butterfly
In a crowd of darkness
YOU ARE READING
EXPOSED
PoesíaA peak behind the curtains, The stripping of the facade, Let's peak inside my head, And prepare to be awed... ;-) Photo is of Lake Nakuru in Kenya.
