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



Stranger Ken said...

Well, even though my previous comment disappeared, I still think that this is a wonderful poem, Anna and I've re-set my link to your new URL. I hope this is okay.

sigmund fraud said...

I liked this one very much. Very powerful.

Anna Piutti said...

Thank you!