Wednesday, April 04, 2012











It's
early a.m.
and my mind
nibbles
like a mouse
at bits and pieces
of the previous day's leavings;

outside,

frenetic birds bleat
their cacophonous symphony

while
the moon's sliver
rises

(movement unseen)

and
pre-dawn inky blackness
fades to violet...

No comments:

Post a Comment