Saturday, September 06, 2008

traces

that black and white picture
with a torn corner
that scratchy recording
with a catch in the voice
she didn't leave -
he didn't leave -
anything
except for this

2 comments:

kouji said...

sad, sad this. :(

Alan Summers said...

This is great.

It's like an extended tanka.

I'll be only too happy to see more of these poems too! ;-)