Hearsay

 

An old shadow draws over the hours until the night

falls from bells

Listen

Everywhere the temptation of sycamores turns life into

a way out

Listen

Tiny tired shrubs sweep the dirty landscape on which

the men come

Listen

How a straw sky hatched from the same hand

that cut ears

I shall say

Sometimes in the moonlight you’ll see the still smile of

a scared cat

 

Reviews

[Marie]

This was a nice piece. Thanks for entering it in my contest.

[Lola Nation]

chesire moon?