china

Lets toss the ball

on the lawn

in the declining light.

And 

through the open

window,

the record plays

errol garner

on the turntable.

Lets slowly make

our way, to the

beach, after

drifting through an

uncharted night.

I don’t see any reason

to pretend, at all,

that somehow anything

should change

this rolling life, once

unshorn, once the

pain of wishing

for more and wanting

to be the same is

eventually gone.

Lets walk home

in the closing duskiness

and under the

china light, hold on

and like a listing tree

and the moon above

our roof,

all wait and

imagine the world

to begin

to right itself.

Reviews

[Kristopher Fandrich]

I enjoyed it! I like the use of spacing especially.

[. serah .]

-- you know, the world of words does begin to right itself in your poetry... it gives an aspiring poet like me immense hope... and it inspires me to continue to pursue excellence in poetic expression... -- even if i have nothing, maybe one day i'll be able to write poetry...