Wrapped in reflective pleochroic <br />white paper with etched horse heads. <br />Stone bridge covered in the <br />center by the black soot of <br />thousands of trains. <br /> <br />Over ripened watermelon <br />heated in the mid-day sun <br />until it bursts open its viscus <br />red innards. <br /> <br />Footsteps into a lonely forest <br />path as dusk darkens the <br />shadows of twisted branches. <br />and you.<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-paper-3/
