"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

A City Morning.

and brown grit
line streets
in a city
masked with
morning light.
I like to watch
the smooth
unceasing line
of cars
in the hazy eyes
of a mourning sun.

- - -

I can finally get my internet fix. The web's been down at my place for a few days, and I was starting to get antsy.

1 comment:

  1. I like reading your words. "Mourning sun" - so subtle I almost missed it.

    Glad you got your fix again :)


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