Saturday, 22. January 2005
Reconnoitering
Behind me, starting
At the door, tracks
In the snow, stalking
Twilight warming
Its hands out west,
At the very edge
Of sightless distances.
In front of me, unburied, A hedge of winter jasmine, Its profusion of yellow Dots standing for something Unsaid and unsayable.
And between these two A brown tomcat is yawning.
My Poems
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