Saturday, September 1, 2012

There was a river here
Once
You dont remember
Do you ?

Now a barren
grass field

The dusk
smells of
the dying fishes
and rotting weeds
Summer rains on
the old terrace

Someone died.
The morning of
blue skied autumn

Go home
I hear the thunder
and the grass waves
are swelling

Take the carnation
and this book
And here is the
umbrella
Go
go

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