May 2016
snow settles over
the stirring houses
soon
life will pass
from the windows
into the corners
of the street
a hand waits
in the growing cold
blind palm holding
the light
of the setting moon
the stirring houses
soon
life will pass
from the windows
into the corners
of the street
a hand waits
in the growing cold
blind palm holding
the light
of the setting moon
