Wednesday, September 06, 2006


laughter echoes
hangs in smoky tendrils
staring wooden benches
a sense off
the color amber.

Ink stained walls
where words hide and
remember growing skeletons,
in grey closets of dying roses.

overspeil
strains lifted
as hoping beneath autumn chills
for a lost figure
in the stories of transient strangers.

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