Sunday, November 20, 2005

I walked away:

A blue shirt
where the collar leaned into
jasmine skin

A little green bulb
Bleeding racous beats
Sawing into sound-proof corners

The gleam of razored sunlight on railroad tracks
I heard the hiss, saw steam
Remembered...

I walked away
With heavy arms
And a breath I could not exhale.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hey Ahana amazing poem........its just 2 gr8...i mean its just gets me thinking...u just read the poem and start thinking and every line in tht poem gets u so much involved into it and u actually get into tht scenario......hats off 2 u.....thinking who this go to my site probably ull remember....he he he