Vivaldi’s second
Spring, sadder than the season,
Evokes this soul ache.
Daily Archives: Sunday, 2 September 2012
Two a.m.
September city sounds,
Crickets, rhythmic thunk of ceiling fan whirring crooked,
Distant dog barking.
Encouraging them to bury the words
This conversation is done,
I realize futility.
Acid burn.
