Where In The World...

Where In The World...

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