the world stopped for just a moment
all of my thoughts vanished
silence surrounded
and the world stopped, for just a moment
then, a wind arose, it blew around
around her contours, it blew
tossing champagne fibers askew
orchestrating a symphony
that was the wind
i sank into those cesspools
the air had not blemished them
their hue inviting, I stepped inside
the wind died
and for just a moment, the world stopped.
copyright 1999 christophercolwell