February 12, 2010
I.
Keep walking
You’re bound to find something
Along the road.
II.
Shut down my senses
Send me up to the air
And spin me slow
Let me drop easy.
Resting in the water
Feels like smooth silk
The soft pillows surround
Safety in the cushion.
III.
Through it all
She was not there.
Miles away
She doesn’t know.
IV.
The winter air
Is chilled
I still can breathe
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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