Sunday, 9 June 2013

YOUR WORLD


You were painting the deaf scene colours that you could know only;
my hands explain, caressing the light open like a lotus,
the time, late, you wander about, I in the armchair wondering, speak
and listen to the wandering thought brought into this room; I lose
you then, I lose you
wondering.

c 1967

Copyright, Rory Winter 2013

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