We walked for blocks
and talked through my fears.
The fear was a football
in my throat that went flying
as we held each —
Through the trees it climbed
to become the moon with a kiss.
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Spheres
October 25, 2009 – 12:01 am
By Carlos Phelps
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Posted in Poetry
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Also tagged fear, flying, football, kiss, throat
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