Saturday, August 3, 2013


Unhappy flareup, business at midnight. Where do icecubes go?
Everything appears endless because nothing appears to change.
Shadows shim the light when the moon is full. We go out walking.

I believe we will be here until days end and nights begin.
There’s no being to fear. We have only our own kind, our ghosts.
Walking is living. Our way is circuitous, untrammeled.

(2-3 August 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

1 comment:

  1. well, for a start, they water down my ginger ale as I forget to drink.
    It is said that when the legs go life goes thereafter . Best to walk. The German word is a propos - wandering ...