Tuesday, October 04, 2005


Old trains and rain,
iron and pebbles...
I sink.

Optimism stepped upon
by nameless passers-by:

a deep breath and a swoon.

Neon lights feel cold
on my skin;
time rolls away from
the tracks, and

I see drops

of tonight on my specs,
scratched mirrors,
the window glass.

Copyright © 2005 Anna Piutti