Monday, November 15, 2004

A Break Through the Eyes of a Window.

Clouds crowd growling
At the muffled passers by
Footsteps slowly eaten
By the cottoned mist of rain

Eyes wide open
A concrete and metal
Testament to the enduring
Human surprise

Computer humming
Behind a flashing screen
Eyes turn to measure time
And back to work again.

No comments:

After a busy day when confronting admin

 We must all come  Find ourselves And we will all be found Regardless  As the sun finds the morning As breath finds the lungs As I am found ...