The plaza holds its breath.
A wind gathers,
but only enough to lift
the corners of yesterday’s paper.
I walk the edge —
stone to shadow,
shadow to stone —
smiling the smile
I made a couple of hours ago,
......
The plaza holds its breath.
A wind gathers,
but only enough to lift
the corners of yesterday’s paper.
I walk the edge —
stone to shadow,
shadow to stone —
smiling the smile
I made a couple of hours ago,
......