He collapses into small stool,
Black hole
Mouth closed, world shut.
Looks into the eyes of the big dog.
One twentieth his age but halfway through
She talks on over a pot of tea,
Out the window he stares
No one looks
Seeing him in outward eyes, measuring ourselves
......
He collapses into small stool,
Black hole
Mouth closed, world shut.
Looks into the eyes of the big dog.
One twentieth his age but halfway through
She talks on over a pot of tea,
Out the window he stares
No one looks
Seeing him in outward eyes, measuring ourselves
......