just before the curfew

noise
over head
this city cries

lateral
the road
lies down crushed

boom
boom ba-boom
the valley heaves

birds
hide in
the window shadows

come
let me
love you now

Comments

Jean Vengua said…
hay, naku! That was lovely...
Jill Jones said…
Thanks, Jean.
The things that happen on the curfew! (that, in this city, planes can't fly over us after 11pm - supposedly).

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