Automatic doors and stairs
Suffocate the boulevard
Eroded by laryngitis.
Cars are puffing hot
A dry cough
The trees wash away the slag
Dripping on heart shaped leaves.
Red headlights
Roll like mill wheels
Falling heavy in our stomach.
Traffic indicators flash
Fog warnings
Like early spring sneezes.
All engines are rattling
Linked one to another
In a row of seashells.
And over the entire beach
The sun is setting down
Orange and soft.

Categories: My Poems in 2009 | Tags: , , | Leave a comment

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