Thursday, May 24, 2007

Wind

A new poem:

In the Wind

I step outside
to wait for the bus
in the sharp wind.
I am still
drowsy thinking
of something I want
to say to you
but you of course
are not here
so I whisper it
to the wind
that draws back
for a moment listening
eagerly though it
has heard it before
it likes to scatter
the words so
they float like
dry leaves in the air.

May 23, 2007

Have a very good Memorial Day!

1 Comments:

Blogger John said...

Very nice....it feels like autumn

4:11 PM  

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