Sunday, July 29, 2012

july dreams

have i turned you into a smoker?
a candid worrier
a delicate philosopher
when the flowers i gave you refused to turn
red or pink
you made them turn into both
and scattered the empty floor
with their petals
when you exchange your life
with characters from a book
is it me you're thinking of,
yearning to get back to?


1 comment:

firefly said...

i wish it was this way. i wish