Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Portland, April 2008

Windows running with condensation, the
collected breath of strangers
Outside, coal morning, barely in possession
of the energy to shine into the bus
Not winter, appearances to the contrary
Look outside and you can see blossoms dripping off trees
sodden frosting
In order to appreciate this variety of beauty, the
beholder requires rare sight
In the rain, head down, making quickly for cover.

1 comment:

Yoma said...