Deep In Thought
Down the old road a lantern turns ash-gray
bulb angled like pendulum
clinging on darkened sill.
With rainfall drowning the fragrance of trees,
my eyes grow weeds as light dims
on rake of brittle thoughts.
Through My Window Contest
18 Jan 14
from Franco Gonza
Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2014
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