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Sunday, October 17, 2010

The impermanence of writing

The vagaries of a boyish heart
penciled her squiggly name
onto this warped white sill;
they can also reduce it
to the cryptic black crumbs
his soft-puff of a sigh will
spill into a gulping down
by the floor's shy crevices.

2 comments:

Rallentanda said...

Beautiful,tender and sensitive. I really must return to writing some decent poetry. You are making me feel inadequate:)

Francis Scudellari said...

Absolutely no reason to feel inadequate Rall... you'll put my pieces to shame shortly I'm sure.