Monday, 17 November 2008

Nothing


A jewel in the puddle on the ground
The lamp sheds
As I walk the streets this night.

A twirl-wind spins and lifts
Dead leaves
As I walk the streets this night.

They dance on silent steps
They arch and twist and toss
They strut back, swing and fall
Flashing
A whiff of jasmine on the cheeks.

My cheeks…
Wet with tears…
For nothing.

Homeward,
As I walk the streets this night.

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