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Saturday, December 22, 2012

The Day After



I gaze out the window,
just a filmy barrier now,
hoping for some sign of life.

The streets below are quiet,
too quiet.
I wonder if they've left me behind.

Did the gods forget about me?
I am forgettable,
reveals my reflection.

I place my lips near the glass,
Dragon breath
steaming circles, waiting

on my warm fingertips,
to write the words
I was here.

2 comments:

norton said...

Your words will pass to time beyond us all, so you will always be the poet, the visionary, timeless.

Marjolaine Hébert said...

merci, norton... very kind.