In Anticipation
Black crows
on a black bar
sitting,
waiting,
staring glazed
at each other
and a baby blue horizon
with no hint of white
I sit,
looking at them
and their horizon,
doing the same,
feeling the same,
only
in the company of observers
on a black bar
watching a stranger
who looks out of place
Black crows
on a black bar
sitting,
waiting,
staring glazed
at each other
and a baby blue horizon
with no hint of white
I sit,
looking at them
and their horizon,
doing the same,
feeling the same,
only
in the company of observers
on a black bar
watching a stranger
who looks out of place
Comments
may i take the liberty of asking why you named your blog as you did?it reflects hopelessness.