Thursday, January 28, 2010

28.jan.2010

Mornings together,
speaking day's first words to you,
man at the bus-stop.

I missed yesterday.
A mother-hen, you worried.
I threw off your day.

Trivialities,
Today you forgot your lunch.
Tomorrow who knows.

Tears have welled my eyes
but when you arrive you see
sadness as opaque.

This is how it is.
Transparent to all but One.
I wish myself out.

Mornings together,
speaking day's first words to you,
man at the bus-stop.






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