Monday, August 10, 2009

Scene



Cup rests over saucer:
"Our nights are dire", then I mute.
"Swans are waltzing over this dark lake"
Cup rests over saucer.

On a field, looking away from stables:
"Heard a gunshot", then it echoes
"Had a broken leg, couldn't run"
On a field, looking away from stables.

Front porch, clinging to bottle:
"And that was that", then it slips
"Watch out for broken glass"
Front porch.


No comments: