Saturday, 7 March 2015

looking for the year 2015

lush worlds appear before her eye,
a little path towards the pasture where people lay in the grass
counting space ships
and migratory birds.

she turns her head towards the television signal;

a man is looking for the woman
in the red vinyl hat
who smiled at him between trains in the underground,

with lips like a duck.

poem #3465

the wind makes a noise through the buildings,
but hears nothing.

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endless waves crash on the shore,
the ocean doesn’t think.