Sedentary strolls up distant peaks.
With tepid coffee-
Blown pupils from artificial light.
Sun-drenched arabesque arches.
The lost afternoons.
Faded grey in the drifting nimbus,
The crushing concrete.
My chosen Alcatraz,
A purgatory of slipping dreams...
Your hand through the cold shadows,
Smile burning through the the myopic
Northwest twilight.
Inertia, movement to harmony.
Chasing summer south.
Where in the world.
©Bennett Barthelemy 12-4-12
2 comments:
Is Carmen San Diego?
I bet there is sunshine there...
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