Tuesday, December 1

window and/or longing poem

Full Sized Excavators

I am at the window
looking towards
the giant
against the sunset

I get this
silly feeling like
there is a great hole out there
just waiting

this is what tall grass feels
when swaying softly against

I say outloud
we are a diamond mine

then look at the wall
I imagine you leaning

no cloud between us
no dust or kittens no

I say yup
we minin

I sentimentally
touch your photo

1 comment:

  1. I liked it, specially a couple of sentences, like the one about the hole and the one about the touching. Great and nostalgic text.