The Onlooker
My thoughts crawl
from the gray sky
and sigh through the debris of time
in not so steady form--
Like the muted shadow
in the middle of the road, like the gaze
of onlookers, who wondered
why I heard not the incoming death
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
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