It’s a different col our,
and a different size,
and it caught my att entio n,
now I’m
mesmerized.
This round shape ,
seemssmallertonight,
the proportions are odd ,
but an interesting sight.
Imperfection could
mean something,
a change? A thought?
Emotive sting?
Does it represent me
Growing smaller with earth?
Or earth growing smaller,
as my eyes unearth?
Is it my mind deciding,
to let go of me?
Or me deciding,
to just simply see,
who it is I am
am I who it is
am I the one
with the pair like this ?
The grey;
never before,
the size;
so noticable,
and yet, I’ll let it slide,
I know I’m just unstable.
© 2010 The Still Air
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