Seagulls are crying, like no one can hear them,
Elephant ears, lobster-tails with butter,
A bear of a dog and the little one near him,
And old photographs, - everything’s cluttered,
The wind from the sea is piercing and brutal,
Bare feet on the pavement, props for a movie,
A warm cup of coffee and a chocolate strudel,
And rocks on the coastline, - everything’s moving,
A woman from Norway whose English is German,
A bummed cigarette and a garden of flowers,
The opera singer, the street that we turned on,
The bench that we sat on - everything’s ours…
April 20, 2008
© Copyright: Андрей Кнеллер, 2010
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It sounds so familiar, it alsmost hurts
was that in Provincetown?
Беляева Дина 11.04.2010 02:14 • Заявить о нарушении
was that in Provincetown?
Беляева Дина 11.04.2010 02:14 • Заявить о нарушении
very close, Rockport, MA - but it has the same feel as Provincetown
Андрей Кнеллер 11.04.2010 06:49 Заявить о нарушении
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