Friday, February 25, 2011

Manufacturing You

A distant sun
fires as a grey sky
filters through the glass block
blowing monday through the
dry walls and into a prickly neighbor

I see you
and the blank application fades
exiting the page
I surrender
like the snow that gave up falling in the street
to clarity
with everything else
in the background



Kaleidoscope Girl said...

exiting the page... mmmm... that's a lovely yet confusing thought... confusion's what makes it intersting though, no?

roseanna2u said...

Nice, and dreamy. <3