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Hedicacas, Tractas and Airpanes
by A. Paige White
Little wheels make trails through the hair of my arms
I'm tattooed from neck to toe
with little tracks
though soon gone from my skin
they've pressed through
deepening grooves into my heart
little treks that will never fade
Little arms stretch out to the rain
Little eyes stretch into big O's
when thunder wraps the treeline
little arms wetly wrap my legs
Big O's peeping from safe haven
The weeping skies above are a mirror
of the love stretching my heart
06/08/2007 Author's Note: How does one little body under three feet tall cast a shadow taller than the ceiling?
the light gets on his level! ;-}
Posted on 06/09/2007
Copyright © 2026 A. Paige White
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/09/07 at 03:49 AM This is beautiful. Haunting, if that makes sense. I loved the hell out of this. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 06/09/07 at 08:58 AM Paige, this may be my favorite of yours. Such a vivid picture you paint with emotional pigmentation! |
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