So here we are
We sit like plaster saints
On a black bed frame in a quiet old house
We used to have a future
5" wide and 1" deep
In such a quiet old house
With the sky painted in that half finished way
A quiet canticle of dawn
That neither of us will see
Lambent
4 comments:
I allways bring my dictionary when I read your poems:-D
I can read the words,but I can't understand what it means
okay...I must study hard hard HARD!!!
thank you so much for looking at these pages. It really does make me quite happy!
love this one.
manny
Thanks so much Manny D. If you ever want a print please let me know and I will send some out to you
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