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
2 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!
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