Tuesday, July 13, 2010

POEM: Things That I Have Never Known Before

Humid air can hold -
Humming road sounds
Sounding road songs,
Grimacing clouds
The scent of thunder
Hunting mountains that roll
Over horizon, a texture of cotton.

I know -
Voice of that familiar face
In pointillist crowds –
The feel of lostness
To touch slippery and murky –
Smooth as how cranes skulk above in flight.

Everything points to things I have never known before.


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