Saturday, October 15, 2011

Trying To Reflect Your Beauty

Stay for awhile: the angels are making
Peace over the canal,
And maybe it is Christmas- there is
A new lawnmower in the neighbor’s
Yard,
But their little girls have gone forever,
And your children are at home
These new words I say of you to noon
You will never know-
I will say them to the emptied yards
After all of the heavens have come out again,
Trying to reflect your beauty-
After you have forgotten all of this Romance 

I wake up I forgot
who I am, I look at...I can't see anything
or connection ever
plants are colorless
people walk in silence my feet swift to a fly, I sit alone by pond I throw stone but it
didn't ripple a bit I am thirsty, my throat is dry I feel pillow on my head.

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