Across sky
time gives birth to day
flow of morning light and cloud -
strands and filaments, roses into violets;
on breath-brush of wind,
a moment simply felt
from eyes to dry lips
I am humbled by beauty…
my thoughts float to you-
a moment in your eyes,
a soft word in the air between us;
and I am there on a city street
dry lips and…so humble
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