Tuesday, September 7, 2010

My Dusty Photo

My table stands a picture framed in dust,

Of friends, dear friends who one by one have left,

How ticks and tocks time, blown as if by gust,

At last, one more flew, ceded me a cleft,

Prompts me with pain that cleaning is a must.

1 comment:

the itsy bitsy me said...

Thank you for your poems! Miss you!
Oksana