04-18-2014, 07:57 AM
The days are long
But then
time
slips between two pale sheets and
nothing seems to bud. A sigh
tumbles out like a lazy butterfly.
Rainy days have drawn themselves around me
like wet stockings.
And I wait,
as if counting down the days
with chalk
on a cement wall.
But then
time
slips between two pale sheets and
nothing seems to bud. A sigh
tumbles out like a lazy butterfly.
Rainy days have drawn themselves around me
like wet stockings.
And I wait,
as if counting down the days
with chalk
on a cement wall.