Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Leaks in the Afternoon

Under this grey
tapestry of clouds
where even clowns would not
dare brighten or grin at;
I recall you.

In between deep breaths
the figure of you
a faint after-glow
of lime-greens and off-white
passes by the peripherals

After deep sighs
and long evening walks
I surrender
bloodied and bone-dried
to the core

You appear.
Yet only long enough
for the afternoon rain
to wash you  off
these mossy firewalls.

-Jay Protacio Mendoza-

*written: September 20, 2014

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