Friday, February 5, 2010

Afternoon with Winter

I drink tea with Einstein,
share cigarettes with Thomas.
Peter Pan is in a cage sleeping by a lion,
she's been tamed.
Wind and heat collide
between guitar beats
water droplets
bowls of ash and seed
songs of planes
and cries of dead leaves.
Empty rooms
quiet eyes,
noon is as good as night time.
Bright light sleep
snow melting my feet
erasing footprints,
making tracks
all the cold blocks back.

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