Friday, December 19, 2008

Sibyl Humming

It was traditional
Serving each other
at a generous rate
of exchange

This jacket was wove
from wrinkles

The dogs passed
with indifference

The clouds couldn't read
one another while
walking over the park
those blind giants

1 comment:

Gregory Bem said...

This one's quite noisy. Reminds me of the light a static-screen television makes on the walls.