Tuesday, February 10

An Old Poem

The winds of change are blowing
A draft sneaks past the door
A window still not quite shut
Is what I'm looking for
Hidden behind tinted glass
Echos in the hall
Doing time for me is past
The dust begins to fall
Doing time for me is past
The dust begins to fall

I wrote this last year. No, two years ago. It's kind of interesting now.

1 comment:

Dallas said...

Tinted windows.
From a car?

Dust begins to fall.
Settling from a leaving car?

Car doors?

That's what I think of...