Martas poems for Monday, November 17, 2008

Monday, November 17, 2008

I wish I knew.

S itting by the long bay window that you built for me, smoking a cigarette, I look out to the garden through the colored glass. and see out there your pensive silhouette against the light of a sky that does not smile, framed by the shinning drops of dew sleeping on the grass. Its a magical sight,... Sign in to see full entry.

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