A small post today, and a small poem on concrete.
Red stains on my new pants
Still warm, bright, and growing
As the sun goes over the horizon
Far too fast this early in the day
I look east, then down, then up
As I lose my footing
And sleep deep in a pile of leaves
A smile before unconsciousness
by the way, everything on this page is copyrighted by me 2005 (except for the Rilke translation) so don't steal it.