Monday, 30 May 2011

in praise of dirty hands

and on other days
the streets are quiet
beneath a sky like milk
that glows from behind
and all i can hear
are the birds i cant see
seeking, im sure, the flowers
in the garden of my belly
craving more care
and a pair of willing hands.

4 comments:

Timo said...
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alvaro barcala said...

simple and beautiful.

Anonymous said...

one day one day l j t

cella anita celic said...

my dear C. don't worry, i am also distant lately, without words... that kind of period. but i am here, you'll be here - and that is enough at the moment <3