Wednesday, November 17, 2010

free verse sonnet #3 by Cola Hines

actually I am OK
for a while every day
night comes on then

boots tremble, tarp flaps about
trink essen blick
neon vanishes up
stairs toward
the castle where
voices rise
you can’t hear below —
scales from a window —
mountains send reminders down
glowing cabs emerge from town
other nights it’s the reverse

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