Wednesday, January 14, 2009


I met you just before the turn;
a 1/2 century, we flipped a coin
heads we stay, tails we go - copper
gleam off the edge of a desert sun
all questions now at rest in palms
in a city we had never been.

Somewhere, a clock chimed
midnight - fireworks
erupted from a small girls' heart.


Anonymous said...

This is a quite brilliant little poem!

Jonah Simmonds, Death4765 said...

You're not small at all.
Very big of heart.
Beautiful poem.

Deb said...

Thanks Shakey and Slewjo.

And thanks for reading here!