Monday, April 4, 2011

Strophes (II) (Eliot Cardinaux)

Strophes (II)

Out in the garden
tramps the sodden hero,
without his way;

the ruddy dawn,
like a drunk,
encompasses him.

Clocks and desks,
white fluorescent light
he tumbles under,
with a slight weight.

No one follows,
but there are dreams,
and a heavy nostalgia,
and a cracked mask.


4/4  '11

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