Friday, September 6, 2013

the mindreader.




she barely unraveled the words
recollections of sunlight through linen
she tried to recapture blended features
considered drawing his lips in charcoal

she listened closely to voices on the wind
studied a vibrant blue butterfly under glass
she wanted to decipher an alternate reality
but never could understand the language

© 9.6.13 heather brager 

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