Monday, April 25, 2011

Santa Teresa


Hands on a rough railing
that rests heavily on a chipped baluster.

Melting into the world,
looking at the leaf dancing
to a breeze.

A small grotesque face
of a monkey peers out of a branch.
It meets my gaze,
Unfazed and unafraid.

The wind brings the aroma
of a violet bush
covering the side of the building.

Moments of another day,
beads on a string of a necklace,
complete the circle.

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