Monday, 4 October 2010

Native

(By Gub, the 3rd of October, Canada)

One eye
Blind

I see the native
Leaves fall upon the
Side walk

Of the not so native
City

Staring humbly
From the taxi

Misting rain
Curls web-like
Round the frame
That I have built
For you

In my mind

My other eye
Sees

Home

The whole
Vision configured

Two parts

The place I am
The place I dwell

Condensing
Like the rain
That runs
In veins
Across the
Windscreen of my
World

Wipers wince

Waters clear

And you are gone

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