Wednesday, February 9, 2011

topography of an anticlimactic moment...


the woman opened the rusty gate of always
the man was disappearing on the snowy road of never
she called out his name
but her voice could only travel as far as the monotonous hills of yesterday



Francis Scudellari said...

Those hills stretch a long way back, but it's impossible to reach them (or teach them to hear).

human being said...

i m possible

well... i'd like to thank you here too... now that i can leave comments once again...