Friday, January 8, 2010

from over here

you will miss
the days gone by
and the warmth of
palm to palm, of
starlined lovers, of
tinfoil dreams, of
songs sung in smoke
and steam, this
radiant course
pummeled with feet
the city streets
that bend and break
but don't worry, you
at least you have
yourself, at night,
to come home


1 comment:

  1. I like that you've been writing more poetry lately. :)


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