torsdag den 7. november 2013

haiku


anticipating the future

I'll be out there
where the skeltons are dancing
outside the closet.

I'll be wishing
that I can dress them
in hope.

I'll be dreaming
of a smell and a taste
so divine that it will end that course.

I'll be thinking
of other ways of change
for those little skeletons
among flowers on a dry rug.