Friday, March 09, 2007 11:56 PM
i don't mind doing the silly things that i'm prone to doing now and then if not just to see your smile
i don't mind writing my weird not-quite-poems if not to hear your laughter
am i dumbing down?
cracked and faded tapestry
dimmed colours of another time and place
barely captured under a thin film of dust and grime - protector or destroyer?
tracing patterns on the windowpane
cicadas call
the wind sings through the grove
resting against cold dust, the rain beats round
little frog
protected under my coconut shell