Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Flotsam

A fading picture’s yellow crease
is crisp upon the wall,
the portrait of a fine young niece
he never knew at all.

No glowing hearth or imminence
secures him to the ground,
displaced by vast indifference
too stubborn to be drowned.

2 comments:

ozymandiaz said...

The upside of dissassociation

rch said...

lol, so true! ;^)