Thursday, February 25, 2010

HOURLY

hour by hour
the cold dawn rises

the sky gray and white
as the inside of a wedding tent

the wind passes over the sill --
a face in the crowd mistaken for familiar

and we lack nothing
but good health and inspiration

myopic as well-fed pets
pale as a lady's arm outstretched in supplication

2 comments:

rampage said...

I Love You Shafer. Mwah.

alicia rae said...

gorgeous