Sunday, 7. October 2007
Two New York Poems
[A]
People on the sidewalk too
are just so many leaves:
here now, absent one day.
[B] After a long period of time you meet a short lived flame.
She still is as delicate as the stem of a blue iris you once gave her.
As you talk amiably, you try not to run your fingers gently over her bent neck.
You absolutely mustn't do that for remember you weren't burnt to absolute tinder back then.
My Poems
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