Thursday, June 16, 2011
rozelle
the shouts and sounds of Rozelle
its clustered windows
eyeing each other enviously
I cannot feel to think,
today in this place of home,
the city drone, sounds pretty from here.
Spring leaves rustle.
I should leave this house -
a mere Sunday afternoon
to protect me from Monday -
I let balcony plants die
in front of me
the cool breeze sucking
away at them - and they wilt -
away melancholy
away away
¶ 2:31 PM
