Monday, September 19, 2011

Edge

At the center of an interval,
somewhere between notes,
a hint of sorrow.

The unexpected crevasse,
just a warning, a break
in the conversation,

that phantom at dusk perceived
from the corner of your eye,
unwanted yet familiar.

2 comments:

  1. I really enjoy your writing, and this is no exception! :-)

    Wonderful.

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  2. I agree with Susannah. It's a delight to read your poems.

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