orgami's Diaryland Diary

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

a t m o s p h e r e

i remember the year of the comet
its teary little smudge that budged
from night to night on walks along
the old mature lined streets of the
little port town on rocks and pines

Pool of light to Pool we walked
not talking much too tired from the
days to lay listening to the night
around the old victorian two story
The freights rolling on the tall
estuary of cement pillars and curving
nickel steel between the river valley

dreams would come in like the mists
in the end of september
so cool you could write your thoughts
when putting on your sweater and mitts

10:26 p.m. - 2012-08-08

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

previous - next