Saturday, July 04, 2009



I have grown weary of utterances
both yours and mine
spoken, heard, yet
not sinking in,
words ripple out to
the horizon
... gone...

Yesterday’s words return like echoes across
a darkly organic lake,
alive with possibilities of leaping trout
and pan fried fillets for supper.

No comments:

Post a Comment

My Grace Notes Fan Box

Lesley-Anne Evans on Facebook