Ever go back and read something that you don’t even recognize as your own? Here’s one of those. 🙂 Happy reblog Friday. Peace & Love —Chagall

Alphabet City


She said she liked to trace her heart
against sparser white tufts, her etched lines
of cursive flues, hollowed deep and grooved
tight tucks over moguls, small drops to earth
each time gravity curves she bends molten streams
over time embossed so apropos of moments come, but not
whether she’s gone – she’s no time for that.

© Chagall 2015

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