Friday, 27 November 2009

A Photograph We Didn’t Take

I recall
Winters that passed
Like a blade of grass
Flowing with the autumn wind.

The smile on my face
Your hair in the wind
Out of place
The patience of elders wearing thin.

All my names
And all her letters
People with umbrellas
Can't embrace the weather

But poets always make mistakes
and muses never hesitate
We crawl back in
Run for shelter.

And in our eyes
The faces we meet
Down the street
Names they will never know.

No one will see
the ground beneath our feet
Places where we used to go.

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