Sunday, 23. September 2007
At A Window
Dusk over church spires.
Loud voices of kids at play.
Wind rumbling through chimes,
and branches of chameleon trees.
Distant sounds of ship horns,
ambulance sirens, scrum of cars
on roads and highways. A Mahler's
symphony spilling from a radio.
A desire to confess my longing
(and shame at such weakness
for you) to you, Adrienne.
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