Suddenly,
greens and blues more!
A sparrow's shadow
swiftly dances across my smile,
and a hawk
drifts silently through the wind.

The moon sits atop the city,
red with rust –
it will rise no higher,
its gears broken.

Whistling, I open a door
and beauty smiles at me
shyly, before walking inside.
I never see her again.

A girl sits practicing her lines
for a play in sign language.
The Universe hides
behind her hands.

08/24/2002

Posted on 08/24/2002
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