New Ways of Seeing
Poetry Ethnography Photography
Wednesday, 23 January 2008
A Smoky Memory
Where do we go now?
Is this going somewhere?
But we live miles apart.
So we will go wherever alone.
Unless the world shrinks.
And geography collapses
Into the void of time.
Then we will go together
To a smoky memory
That lies before and after.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment