Friday, September 2, 2011



In an old trunk off a vessel
anchored in the harbor 
fervent forensic scientist
sweeps for truth in the
residue of matter before 
skins turn to dust
breeze swirls her cloak

for Sunday whirl five days late:
residue, turn, skins, truth, trunk, matter, breeze, cloak, vessel, sweeps, fervent

1 comment:

  1. Truth cannot always be found...and sometimes will be carried away in the breeze. I am so glad you are posting poems again!