Wednesday, May 27, 2009

rarely-beloved a single star is uttered

in the rain-
darkness, the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you

the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles

your eyes half-
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss

there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then

your dancesong
soul. rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and i

of you

"in the rain," e. e. cummings

[Damen Avenue above Haddon Street]

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Chicago, Illinois, United States