11 February 2007


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It's an illness when looking at the sky
Having one but thinking of the next--
What is it, without words?
A nausea of longing
Engendering blankness.
Unperceived: the thud of a distant storm
And a horizon's shadowing flash.


2 comments:

Antonia said...

'nausea of longing', that somehow suits so much this torrent heat weather, melting asphalt and then the sky.
actuallyI am not so much a poetry person, but yours I like

mark said...

that's funny-- thanks Antonia.