Monday, January 12, 2009
Or Even Sunsets (poem)
More Poems to the Invisible
4.
Or Even Sunsets
You say, all these poems
are beginning to sound alike.
Tell me, can you tell one kiss
from another? . . .
One night of pleasure
from the one before? . . .
Or even sunsets.
Don't they begin to look alike
after so much looking?
Or the stars on different nights?
Dorothy Walters
January 2, 2009
