2013/03/23

First bedroom

 

I remember that crack
frosted
in the corner
south window
catching the lights
of passing cars
late at night
freezing bedroom
alone
wondering
what really exists
out there

Thanks to the Toads

3 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is an important existentialist question, and so cleverly contained in one brief sentence.

Helen said...

I was enchanted with the image Shay gave us ... your poem tells me you were as well.

Fireblossom said...

*shiver*

What an evocative, marvelously understated poem.

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