In a space so narrow
alleys mock it,
so dark the night refuses
to go there alone,
three Chinese cooks
squat on milk cartons
and smoke. As I pass
they stop speaking
as if wizards who fear
eavesdroppers.
But it is not their spells
that concern me
nearly so much
as their silence.
to go there alone,
three Chinese cooks
squat on milk cartons
and smoke. As I pass
they stop speaking
as if wizards who fear
eavesdroppers.
But it is not their spells
that concern me
nearly so much
as their silence.
Glad your posting again. Was missing this....
Posted by: Agent X | August 19, 2012 at 04:38 PM
Great mood piece
Posted by: Angela | August 26, 2012 at 05:40 PM