Mosaic is a word
See how she glued
her fingertips
to the picture, and now
is waiting for them to dry.
The street peeks in
from the screen door.
And no one had been passing
for a week.
This child, she might as well
be alone in the world.
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thisiselsewhere 9:13 pm on October 22, 2009 Permalink |
Like repels like, but not in this universe.
And we assume this is true, given that it takes all day, and she gets nothing from it.
The dusk will drain into the night, the rainy season into the dry.
The hum of the Milky Way will persist.
Our girl will step out, wash her hands in the sink, move on, another universe.
Although that, too, is an assumption.