Friday, February 19, 2010

Drifter

drifter
he
floats on the slate-black surface
a glint of stubble
and shadowed eyes
casting blackness over the darkness
drifter
waiting
and waiting
for something to bite the line.
drifter
he waits
floating
between this world
and another
waiting
between
the blurred lines of night and day
and before dawn
and after night
and waiting
for something to bite the line.
drifter
the moon fell asleep
waiting for him to leave her in peace
but he waits
stubbornly
for proof
that fish
exist between worlds too.

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drifter
ethereal
she floats
between this world and that
her hair browned
bleached
with dirt and the sun
straggling behind her
as she lifts her face
grimy
paled
eyes widened
wider than normal people's can be
light eyes
shocking the rest of her face with their beauty
unaware of existence around her
drifter
she waits
for luck to fall into her palm.

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1 comment:

  1. I just loved the drifter poem you posted on TOMW...just gave you the daily AND weekly awards for it. Congrats...and thanks so much for sharing it!

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