pen and ink drawing
from an open window
a woman
watches the world
of butterflies
transparent waves
of sun and air
in her gaze
a certain wistfulness
the landscapes
change
the soil is still
deep red
on the cement walls
staid epitaphs--
from her brush
black paint
drips...
from her lips
the memories
that mix
today with yesterday
trees with trees
and an occasional song
from an open window
a woman
watches the world
of butterflies
transparent waves
of sun and air
in her gaze
a certain wistfulness
the landscapes
change
the soil is still
deep red
on the cement walls
staid epitaphs--
from her brush
black paint
drips...
from her lips
the memories
that mix
today with yesterday
trees with trees
and an occasional song
