Friday, October 31, 2008


He carefully climbed the hill

on his bike, then brought it

to a stop in the evening light.

Look, he thought, look

at the love that’s everywhere.

Look at this little earth

lit up under a lit up sky.

The sentences of his thoughts

shone in his mind

like lamps someone had switched on

but not him.

1 comment:

wolfiefrick said...

Hi Uncle Hammy, I like your blog,
especialy the poem called:
The evening on Granite St.
Love Wolfie