16 October 2007

Chased

I
Watched silently
As a shadow
dodged across the street
Chased by a chatter of leaves –

No one
Could know
but you.

All
Of the well-meaning
All

Turned,
Curled to
A fetal ball
And bared their fangs.
Chased by a scatter of dreams –

.


-issa

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