blog of poet, leah umansky

I will be wide-flung in the next

uncollared

                                     lingering.  

there will be no need for signing in

I just want to grace it.  I want to swing heads blind. I want to de-clutter the expectation. I want to objectify the past. I want to cast the plunge.  I want to sun the hours. I want to courage the empty and then, scat away.        

Love slips

This would cause an end, or broaden waters, but the moment                    passes.

I am not seen in what turns.

I am one of yours

                                    and yours

            and yours.

We can share the filth.

I’ll lift              

You’ll lift,        

                        till, we lift off.

The stone of a moment  is a foot beneath    

© Umansky 2014

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