Jun 08 2008
Watching Bewildered
(Here’s something from Feb. 2008)
His eyes watch her
from across the room.
Her body,
sways like palm trees
in the wind.
Her hand,
an ice-skater gliding the chalk
over the board.
Her voice,
a song the sweet birds sing.
His face,
unfathomable still,
but eyes glisten watching
the performance mill.
What is he thinking?
I wonder,
watching his eyes focused on only her
all the bustling bodies disappear asunder.
The tap tap tap
of [...]
