Wednesday, January 13, 2010

One Afternoon. July, 2006

A digital flourish,
clickety click beep and
tapping grids in two-by-two frames
stretched by fourteen hours of strain at a desk in a loft,
sandwiched between a wall, another desk
and bricks
and sky
and falling drops of afternoon rain
haunted by a stranger's eyes,
an apology
and a winding column of humanity making its way into every direction
except for the one I'm headed in:
alone under an umbrella
in search of the perfect fountain pen
to write love letters with
on yellow paper
in green ink
on a grey day

1 comment:

gunj said...

lovely words dame!

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