| 13inchesofboyd ( @ 2008-10-04 16:22:00 |
The Old
Black clouds dim the city.
Dissatisfied faces of old women
pass behind small windows—
brief apparitions, stonily foretelling
the storm in their bones.
Black clouds dim the city.
Dissatisfied faces of old women
pass behind small windows—
brief apparitions, stonily foretelling
the storm in their bones.