Saturday, August 9, 2014

STANESCU'S WALK ABOUT

Intervening acts
of words departures
you enter our lexicon
from a blinding rainstorm
by a stray alley cat
not expecting your words
to dissolve like showers
or save us
under your language's
black umbrella
but soothing the cat fur
and to offer a tin of milk.

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