Monday 11 February 2013

Out the Window

a poem by Roger B Rueda

in a schematised
sign of the heavens,
which is resplendent
with figures of divinities
turning my woe,
i plop shingles
amidst my dactyls.

in this daily dozen
i find a relief
for cricks as little
as that bold,
shivered-pinioned
cicada resting,
sneaking on the tilt
of a palm leaf.




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