Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Return


Street lights come on

On the edge of the light, three young men and a girl slouch[ed]

Beyond the light, everything is obscured by darkness

he has no destination

            [just following]   -->              following narrow lanes with yellow leaves

The smell of burning leaves      s         the memories of childhood car rides
                                             t    r
                                               i
he does not  h u r r y


                                               losing and finding himself endlessly 

The fence         d    r      i          f      t        e      d                     like snow

                                 

                                        [But in time] he can return


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