Sunday, July 22, 2012

vacant Sunday night

high beaded clouds

over the the darkened building

pocked with amber-lit windows

those like me

staying up late

nonplussed and tongue-tied

beneath the hazy night sky


summer and an ocean of tears

washes again the stone of heart

and again

one sits in the window looking out

feeling everything and exhausted by it

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