Day 9
2 4 6 8 2
8 6 4 2
at night
i look outside
the street wet and empty
like a still from a french movie
silence
the street lamp lights the dripping leaves
cold glass against my cheek
i softly sigh
again
Beautiful. Are the numbers the syllable-count in each line? They don't seem to match up with this poem, but the sentiment is still lovely and poetic.
ReplyDeleteTsk...all fixed... Thank you Barry !
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