Saturday, November 11, 2006

An old soul with eyes that crawl a few strides then
to a convexed-lensed-belly
veins like limbs sprawled out as a slightly melt
ed s
t a
neck tucked close to the centered dark pupil heart that's let so little light in in twenty-two years
although it seems they've seen so much in the dark while walking the border between dreaming and reality.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is beautiful. I like how the final statement clarifies the imagery between reality and dream. The poem as a visual stimulates that aspect as well. Very good work.