You had told me
In a summer of stealth
Of birds that sat on
Electric poles who
Left as evening approached
I thought of the rain
To whom I must always turn
And of the left luggage counter once
I stored some stray
Thoughts of
July 8, 2007
You had told me
In a summer of stealth
Of birds that sat on
Electric poles who
Left as evening approached
I thought of the rain
To whom I must always turn
And of the left luggage counter once
I stored some stray
Thoughts of
July 8, 2007