Boy At The Pond

I can loop my fingers hold his face in there,
eyes wet moon in night sky.

He wants to sling shots at sparrows too quick for him,
sits near the emerald silence of water;

fragrant skein from hibiscus oil on his waves of dark hair
blends with the smell of night queen

that on mauve evenings beside the pond, around my wrist
as an ornament I wear.

Day 5
2011 April PAD Challenge – write a poem about him or her

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