Monday, March 5, 2012
Drowning
noir art by andrew loomis
Drowning
•
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
entranced
somewhere
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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