a hurried sentence came over me

 while my hand gently grazed over the paper

my pen began to tremble

 

       outside an empty car stole the silence

shooting lamps of red and white

the horn bleating of theft when no one was there

     to hear it 

 

in my unfolding book of poems

                        it is like that

Reviews

[Emily B]

in my unfolding book of poems

it is like that

Wonderfully vacant yet full.

[Gandré]

hmm a wonderful moment. so sad you left us. please, be back soon.

I loved the distance from which I 've read this piece. like......kilometres away...from your soul and yet connected. beautiful. Jerry, come back !!

[Legion]

Thought I reviewed this earlier. Perhaps not. Anyway, I like it. Life seems to be like that. Good work.