sunday

by ellipsis

Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-01-25 23:03:00

curtains drawn back, waiting
by the window, the rush of
droplets moving too fast;
too quickly, they erupt
from the patches of white,
glaring in between the ripples
the clouds echo while they billow
in the faint markings
of a subtle breeze.

this was somewhere past those curtains,
somewhere i couldn’t touch, not even
with the tails of smoke that passed
with the ebb of each breath.

this was somewhere else.

somewhere else, there was
a gunshot pop, a fire,
crackling with the screams
some other street away

somewhere else, there was
the shattering of glass,
a broken dream in scenes
some other street away

somewhere else, there was
the stretching sound of skin,
cries in shades of cream
some other street away

…somewhere else, there was. this was
somewhere else, somewhere
i couldn’t touch, somewhere
drifting in the rain
and hanging
in the tails of smoke i breathed
from the other side of the curtain.

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