As he passes by, he notices that I am still there
Tossing
still the dice...
And on breaks
mixing an appetite with rice
I didn’t care, I didn’t turn to greet nor did I want to leave
My rocking chair…
Without a single word
We exchanged many remarks,
two feelings
and one meaning!
The exchange was prompt
then absurd...
As I am listening to my rusty hinge squealing
The herd was ready to explore the “world”.
kman
Charlotte 08-08-10
1 comment:
hi there,
not sure these words will reach up to u.
tried so hard to get your contact.. in vain..
How are u? where are u?
dedale1@live.fr
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