Thursday, March 6, 2014

At night
When the light
Is directly behind my head
Our shadows 
Prevent us 
From seeing each other

Same with my hand
When I write I can't see
The words

I like to walk 
At this time
Bugs buzz rhythms 
And bats fly

I like to walk
At this time
Bugs buzz rhythms
And bats fly

If I move out of the way
I can see you