1.16.2010

(Witness)


     



   
      

straightaway to city center
sun slunk low behind
solemn skeletons of summer
magic drawbridge
crossing a creek kissed in ice
linked like lovers strolling in
stolen time
empty walls speak softly to
those who will listen
figurines gather in gait
escaping paralyzing pedestals
Michelangelo leaks from lips
like ladies sipping tea.
come.
single file by my side and witness
fumbling for fingers amidst
woolen fortresses