Bewteen You And Me: I

An abstract evening
Lungs drew in
The smell of dusk:
Vehicular exhaust
Fuming oil
And extra brewed tea too

On the side walk
You allowed me to hold your hand

We jumped from one side walk to the other

Won't you hold mine, I asked
But I allowed you to hold mine...
You replied contemplating
Your next step...

by indira babbellapati

Comments (2)

brilliant wonderful imaginative writings- I wandered all along the street that hugs the walls, a needle floating on its cloth. Once I shut my eyes and felt my way along the stone. nice
Jorie Graham! Beautiful poem, indeed.