Wednesday, May 30, 2012

POEM: "When She Comes"

When She Comes

Through a face mask of night
a dream falls feather into you

you whisper to the thunder
she appears cool and wise

she visits for awhile and states
some sense of relationship

the case you’re trying to make
she makes for a great breakfast

in Chinese I only hear myself
upstairs rowing badly again

you are finally woken up
from your department of sleep

she claimed your eyes you looked
she’s left but I think she left to eat.

© 2012 Rob Schackne

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