Thursday, December 12, 2013

Today's Poem & Painting


Along straggling streets
that will never
connect them
the woman moves on. Her son
elbows through
the crush
searching for any door left ajar
any wedge of light
into the hooded evening.

He pulls keys out of his pocket
and tries every lock, but it’s not easy
to find the way back home
night curves without warning
the stars do not touch
the road
stretches down to the sea.

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