Wednesday, September 14, 2011


 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.

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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