Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Some stones

he sleeps
his small feet in grey socks
like birds
huddled together


the whole day
my head in a book
a different way of seeing
unspoken truth
catching in my throat
choking me on its way out


Oscar sits across the street
his white tipped paws lined up
we wave, call his name
He twitches
but doesn't wave back


I lie down
on rectangles of light
letting the sun
seep into my skin


Beth said...

These are so beautiful Tammy, you're so talented ;) x

Jill said...

Love the socks/birds image! Wonderful!