Sunday, May 2, 2010

777 - #28

On the streets of Chelsea a vision

It's for the eye - as long as it's not seen,
the human stone, constructed pine and sunbeam.
It's for the ear - as far as it's attuned
to sounds of love, that weren't attended to.
And so we roam - make every heaven home
and never know how far we've had to come
to reckon our reflection with hello.