Thursday, July 3, 2014

Wind that went

Wind that went to my room toward the evening,

in a rush left a message in a tear of a paper

dated today. "hold up for me in the corner of the road."

I am that quietly holding up

abruptly identify with the check in the divider

which is quiet and unheard anything

since we both know

In the corner of the road,

as of recently,

I am as of now holding up