Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
corner inspects my departure, shift in an aperture my shadow wraps a scarf I shiver in the cold I watch a boy pick a nickle Only then I start counting galaxies