Thoughts and emotions.
A NUDE SPINE
I keep my window open for a rainbow's eyes.
The rainbow is too high to notice my ride.
There is always a sad rhyme on any autumn's tongue.
Any miracle is invented to be a short line.
Nothing has been invented to capture a puddle to wipe.
No autumn is ever sudden as an old year has to slide.
O, miracle, you are a fable invented to be bright!
A nude foot may seek a shoe in a buried pile.
A root is nude or nothing without its flower's smile.
A rainbow whispers something but its voice gets lost in the sky.
O, miracle! Will you capture me or are you a bit shy?
O, rainbow! Will you be my smashed lamp's glass?
I seem to have heard so many autumns' rhymes.
Will a shirt be a bandage for a nude spine?