Monday, June 13, 2011

3140. LEICESTER TROLLEY

LEICESTER TROLLEY
Until the robin's egg runs dry
and silt fills up the borders,
that's how long I'll stay to wait
for you : holding air in a watery
palm, forsaking other moments
for now and only this alone.
The Leicester Trolley Bus
just went by. I should
really take it home.

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