" there are somethings that can't be helped."
I said.
"I know '' she said
...
I walked down the shore
one morning.
Two gulls where eating
the eyes of a dead fish.
...
Yellow Moon
" there are somethings that can't be helped."
I said.
"I know '' she said
She faced the window, her back was tense with an anger
she couldn't face
The moon was a yellow fish hook in the sky.
I felt somehow justified
to myself,
It was all so tangible, so real,
The window, the yellow moon.
An unspoken anger
casts an inky shadow over me.
My mind does a sudden leap,
folds in on its self.
I am alone with the moon.