Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Words





 In old library
Read Dante by candlelight,
As moths ate words.




A pregnant red bus
The faces unnerve you,
An old friend waves.

 




I draw the curtains,
Killing a patch of sunbeam,
A peeping neighbour.







Insomnia,
I watch silvered shadows walk
On a moonlit path.



A mute observer
Veiled in leafy vines,
Chameleon of a door.






Old tales revive
As one combs a sister's hair,
Time halts to smile.





 

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