Thursday, November 18, 2010

In The Window

If I were the Captain, we'd be lost at sea-
An empty kettle crackling, serving no tea.
Erased fifteen and shadowed nineteen more-
Listen to the knocking, touching not the door.

Smiling now, as I see that desired, comfort face-
It wasn't here as thought, instead distant space.

-AF

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