Sunday, July 08, 2012


The blind was drawn.

Leaving by train,
a letter in my lap, windows
unmarred by the city's erosion
to inconstant gray.

She sat across from me,
Foi o Mar in her eyes.

Black cloth billowed
in those dark sea eyes
like our breath...
       in time with the engine.

Tacitly, we shared a burden.

Head against the pane,
I succumbed in dream
to the double-drone.

No comments: