A View Through A Wall

A sentimental house
Across the road, a feel of shadow
Sinister flowers of blue and mauve
in a field, but the house stands
Alone.

Smoke billows forth from a
tight metal mouth,
A road of dirt, leading
to who knows where?

A seemly-empty house
Stealing softly into the night,
The sounds of a foreign music band
waft through a smal window.

A peaceful journey, laughter from
a car, a coin is
flipped ------
(please, please)
spin ---------
(oh, please let it be-)
spin ---------
(come on, I need this)
spin --------
(yes, go, go, come on -)
spin ----- and lands on the cold
and warm ground . . .
Tails - or was it heads?
(or something else?)

A deft-handed companion
Curled up with red fur by the fire, cold,
cold, cold, and then warm as ------
(how much time has passed?)
"Good night."
"Sweet dreams."
Click.


A poem written by me, dedicated to my sweet love. Again, thought you guys might like it. I'll post an ironic poem tomorrow.
Keep wandering. Watashi out.