winding down a
road
and forgetting
the words
before they
might appear
backwards or
something
stronger and
stranger
stops him
asks him for
the time
he has no idea
no thought this
moment
may not last as
long as
it always seems
indecisive
as hell
confused at the sight
blank desolate
landscape
winding down as
if
running right
out of room
with a thought
that won’t give up
a woman doing a
crossword puzzle
stares through
blue-ish glass
he wonders what
word
she is thinking
about…
No comments:
Post a Comment