Sunday, May 2, 2010

Verse: sunday on coburg

coming home
on coburg

i caught him

soft, stealthy steps
across the matted lawn

the front stairs

not to wake the flowers

he must have known
I was staring

because he stopped
to look at me

eyes wide
and emerald green

slightly startled
as if to say

you look
familiar, somehow

as if
to say

don't tell anyone
you saw me.

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