Tuesday, 29 March 2011

waiting

cobwebs gather,
time splatters red, 
she waits...  

Sunday, 27 March 2011

she & the city

could look at her all day,
standing, talking away at
a distance, swaying left,
swaying right, if only
she were to do so,forever,
for like most of us in this
bloating city, there are places
she too wants to be,
an office, gaudy
education degrees,
a pay packet, long
work hours,
cell phone chatter,
the swaying is rare,
a still moment,
breeze in the trees