Sunday, August 25, 2002

More Poetry Outtakes

Falling Asleep in the Sun

Soft sirens
From another era
Call to you in your sleep.
They pretend to recognize you,
Each offering a sweet, narcotic kiss.

Meanwhile
A cloud of mosquitoes hovers above your head.
And in the end, it seems
Your life was always theirs.

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