Monday, March 5, 2012


noir art by andrew loomis


on the boulevard outside
last night’s rain puddles
midst the chaos of metro-clutter
as if abandoned by the waters of earth

it shoulders its way through the culverts
in search of mother sea

this day begins golden and crisp
bird songs echo empty sunrise streets

lovers and their beloved
sit by morning windows
with tea and curiosity

they talk

in those moments
their souls spill one into the other

tender lips are sculpting sweet words

but here in this moment
I am drowning
fallen into lapis pools

• • •
rob kistner © 2012

Posted over on his site Image & Verse
Listed as #40 over on Magpie Tales 107

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