Sunday, September 09, 2007

inside outside

lights hang down
yellow on yellow
loaded with contradictions

rain starts to fall
between derelict factories
and summer dark

winter wind
unsweetened
cold hands

all night long
no particular tune

pretending to sleep
still unopened

sudden tree smell
rising from the book

looking
for something
thrown away

shape of the tree
a single cricket
nothing else out there

this shadow
going from
darkness to water

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