Waiting on a yellow bird

I found your reflection

in a buoyant flake of salt.

Stuck in the middle

of a road less traveled. 

I asked questions

for which you gave me

more. 

The crisp ball of future

splashed towards me

As I tossed it into the foaming

vacuum; pummeling without remorse.

-b

Lover, lifer, writer. Journalism student, and Vancouver freelancer. This is my personal blog with a lot of my own poetry and intimate entries. I am continuously inspired by successful, talented and innovative women, and I try to reflect that as much as possible. I hope you enjoy.
"Cento" Copyright © Andrew Brinker 2011.