The Broken Screen
October 22nd, 2005
The broken screen
Fluttered in the mid-day wind.
And children played
With friends unseen
Who floated upon the air.
“Whisper sweetly.” said the sun.
And the Moon Maid
The Sea go wild.
Arithmetic builds pyramids
And skyscrapers
Behind your eyes.
With my back
Facing the only door,
I watched you through
The broken screen.
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