a drift of cherry blossoms
flits across the street
like a school of fish
in a cement sea.
Month: May 2009
I really want to know.
poetryDarkness
as best defined by someone who has never experienced true darkness,
is never quite as
bleak
as it ought to be.
Darkness as witnessed first-hand
is
terrifying.
Why, I shudder to think
what some may do when
faced
with it.
the sieve and the sand 