In cool rooms

“In kuhlen Zimmern ohne Sinn.”
          -George Trakl
(“In cool rooms without sense
or in cool senseless rooms”)
Crossing a bridge
over troubled water
women expose shoulders
like flowers waiting for the bees
another summer without
the sacrifice senses cease
keeping a level head
you walk proud
all wrapped in an orange
indian scarf
later you will purchase
an orange melon
enjoy the French words
overheard
and spread your sorrow
thinly over the bread of your
night
people you wish to avoid
will intrude upon the soft
torn fabric of your dreams
you will realize one
sad lingering thought..

About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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