Sunday, October 14, 2007

shamba

no mysteries.
everything in the open
and reaching

the rattle moving in the middle of dark.
shook shook.
the cars whisper past.

shook shook.

ds

3 comments:

ds said...

no one comes to this place... I miss you all.

ds

thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy said...

Tell everyone you know we — this place — exists.

ds said...

I try to, but I'm not sure they believe me.

ds