Saturday, November 14, 2015


The darkness flickers in the rain
Hurling pebbles at passers-by
Shadows of mist
Of motion
Of smoke
The movement of sound
Trembling gasps
Tussling hands
Words and paper-cups
Winds and letter-box
A shard pierces the whole
The blood shrieks into the silence
The sound merges with the wind
The wind with smoke
The smoke with the rain