Sunday, December 26, 2010

The Return On Tomorrow

In grey golds the wandering feet of night stood still
circled by sorrow below nesting birds such was the
pause that an audience of whispers rose into the sky
but interest waned as it always had and all withdrew
into the uncontrolled memories racing in the undergrowth
examining sideways the stars in their eyes as passers by
thrown folded into yesterday like pennies tossed on the road.




Very observant.

zonedin said...

I have a silver penny that I keep..It reminds me of a friend. I won't forget.