the leaves
short fiction, prose-poetry, small stones
15.3.12
4th sense
(touch)
corduroy brown
grooved
curly silken
hard plastic
keys beneath
fingertips
skin tight
against
hard wooden
porch
splintered
painted rough
the seat
cushioned
but not as
soft
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