Saturday, October 22, 2011

Meander, poetry by Rojan Zét

Like a flower
right in the middle
your figure appeared
carrying out trash...
a good sign I thought
and so appropriate.
One quick word left
me there centered to
continue with a sigh
on my rocky circuit
leaving at your waiting
threshold for someone
a foil-wrapped delivery
silently unfolding.

Rojan Zét

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