HummingA Poem by Thomas Kainaroi
There's a face
And it's not fixed. A kind of light flashing in the dark Is humming above a waterscape. He was on a hill, Swaying like a pendulum. They got close And the expression was Somewhere else. Where are the people, What are they doing? Who are the people, When are they becoming? 7-1-14 © 2014 Thomas Kainaroi |
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Added on July 2, 2014 Last Updated on July 2, 2014 Tags: Thomas Kainaroi, thkainaroi, humming, poetry Author
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