Scratched beyond recognition
At the margin of today's paper
That lies soulless
On your coffee table -
As we talk unsure, hushed
Our voices sliding into pauses abrupt -
Is perhaps my face
That you so fondly drew
Knowing it's me on the phone for you.
© Dan Husain
April 13, 2005
Thursday, April 14, 2005
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3 comments:
Now this is what we call" dan" touch
carried away... in your words
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