I had to sell the cottage
and lose the gestures
of wind on water,
the names
of flowers and trees.
Time runs out, traffic
snarls, sirens wail. I
stare, confused, frail
as faces dissolve
in fog and mist.
I forget names now
and how to move.
Jul 7, 2011
Jul 7, 2011 at 11:26 AM UTC
I had to sell the cottage
and lose the gestures
of wind on water,
the names
of flowers and trees.
Time runs out, traffic
snarls, sirens wail. I
stare, confused, frail
as faces dissolve
in fog and mist.
I forget names now
and how to move.