Sunday, July 25, 2010

itchy noses

ghostly steps move
through a
garden.

evening dew drenches
my paws.

hollowed footsteps paint
the driveway with
muddy outlines and

dirty hands trace the
lines of a rusted
fence with feathered
dandelions tickling my
nose.

I sneeze.

By Jessica Hamel-Akré
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1 comment:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Jessica Hamel-Akré is a Literary studies student from upstate New York and living in Montreal.

July 25, 2010 at 4:36 PM

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