02 August 2011

Longing to walk the lanes of ten thousand motor cycles (not today)

Thru the frosted pane
I see the lake
With it's right angled affection
That trap the red river's waters
Almost

Flickers along the edge
Of early arrivers
Late departures
Against the somber spread of the night

I long to walk the lanes , narrow
Dusty
Chaotic
but not today
not today

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