the edge

the edge

A Poem by kmartell
"

havent written it yet

"

 

figurines in my mothers closet,

air being breathed. hearts in

tubes of oily waxen darkness

 

a hand approaches the moon

stopping

then proceeding once again

 

staring taxidermed owl dead above the door

the elderly's

fragiliity escorts the light

from a lamp

 

the moon still

the

sound of a hand moving to open a window

 

october

espectant piano, the closet door

announces opening slowly

 

 

 

© 2012 kmartell


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kmartell
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St. Albans, VT



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