Monday, December 27, 2004

Photograph sitting on a ledge


She smiles over a mug of coffee
A glass
empty and transparent
are there no marks?
She sings a magpie

She is singing
the magpie
Where is the pen
stroking white paper?
Why is he drinking
out of a delicate
china cup?

I am a small
square pane of glass
looking at you
looking
through me