Monday, February 11, 2008

Cardboard drags
across wet
grainy cement

as tiny feet
echo
in an alley-way
near my house.

While oil
soaks into strands
of brown fiber,

a child
beneath the window
sleeps.

5 comments:

writerwoman said...

I like the elegance of this one.

janetleigh said...

These are my favorite lines, Brian:

"as tiny feet
echo
in an alley-way
near my house."

I just love the image, and the rest of the poem, of course..:)

Gerald Galindez said...

can we exchange links mate?

writerwoman said...

Stopping in just to say hello.

S. Thomas Summers (Scott) said...

cardboard drags
across
wet cement

tiny feet
echo in an alley
near home

oil soaks
strands
of brown fiber

as a child
beneath the window
sleeps