Chinese ivory pipes
and their white violins
washed on the rocky beach
we cried over them
and why they had come
whose hands they had fallen from
it didn't matter that our own hands
were about to drop everything but one another
just then they were more alive than our own hearts.
jan 6. 10
1 comment:
what an emotion. i like that your poetry reminds me how to feel when i think i've forgotten.
Post a Comment