All entries for October 2005

October 19, 2005

A sonnet, honest.

Where are you from? What
music do you like? See
two doves rising, stranger, what
do you feel now? See

the world recede to middle distance, feel
the beat of friendship slow becoming. You
rest your head on the table – feel
the cold and evening air – the outside breathes you

and blows on you and wraps
you in its coat – as the sun slowly
dies into well-lit paths, wrap
a familiar arm around me slowly.

Wild night, the sound of dropping pins
is still echoing.

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