Showing posts with label from the manuscript Echoes From The Easychair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label from the manuscript Echoes From The Easychair. Show all posts

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Parchment

Words,

written on ancient parchment;

lay frozen

in my inner thoughts.

I let your letter

float

among the icebergs

in a water

wasteland.

Every word you say today

becomes

an echo of tomorrow.


7.23.1972