Persistence of Memory
Eileen left the town
One flake is falling
Vertically
Toward an oak tree yellow laying leave
The streets are deserted
Except from the cold
I am looking from the windows
My only escape
My caffee cup is waiting for my hand
To warm it
My young journal is afraid of
The shrinking table.
Copyright © Atef Ayadi | Year Posted 2006
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