Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Poems from those days
now lay unloved on the wooden
table -- still moist from last


the songs still carry
the faint fragrance
of eucalyptus bark
and familiar colognes

Come new rain
Bring new songs
Bring new poems
Bring flowers white
that no one ever saw
just for me
will you ?

1 comment:

  1. what a beautiful imagery!! it's ur signature style.. sad but beautiful.. and always hopeful in the end... :)