looking, you hear
enormous whirring and clanging,
feel cotton lint hanging in the air,
see shadowy presence, maybe he’s there,
maybe he’s in your mind.
spinning spools of time,
painting swirls of color on the ground,
a little girl dressed in her Sunday Best
finally sitting down.
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 3:37 PM UTC
looking, you hear
enormous whirring and clanging,
feel cotton lint hanging in the air,
see shadowy presence, maybe he’s there,
maybe he’s in your mind.
spinning spools of time,
painting swirls of color on the ground,
a little girl dressed in her Sunday Best
finally sitting down.