Mid-Autumn
2014-09-11 13:15:44 UTC
Murky grey is her face
swirling the way milk glides through coffee.
Ever so gently,
pushing past the next molecule.
The path, void of predictability:
down it plunges;
up it rises,
now skating sideways before curling upon itself.
Overhead and far from touch.
Hide and seek she plays,
one moment…