Monday, October 31, 2011

5

When it snows at the end of October

you and I must spend sunday in bed

or walk down sunny streets

to sit in chairs


When we are eating breakfast

in a room with walls

we must look around

and on our plates


There are eggs and potatoes

toast and small containers of jam

to my right tea in a tall glass

across from me is you


these things are talking to us

if we are talking back?

-Hannah


Cut up metal cans and shreds of silver
Pushed under the plastic mat, covered up
With heat so high and dry no moisture survives
Open windows and loosely straighten up

Above the curtains large white can be seen
Unseasonably cold for October
With heat so high no moisture survives
The snow is easily forgotten here

Friends with their friends stand around, talk, and laugh
So young it is sad to think of aging
With heat so high no moisture survives
It breaks up sleep and inspires strange dreams

Walking through morning patches of sunlight
Outside is such a relief from this heat

-KM

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