Floating Down On a Whisper
I think it might
have been
yesterday when ..
I caught
a brief glimpse
in some random
cracked
window pane
of my nemesis,
somewhere
off Oxford Street ..
And who looked
so much
younger than
I ever did,
back in the day ..
Now I do crave,
a whole day
without corners
or mirrors
and no strategic
retreats
to distract me ..
But since
you insist upon
using both
codes and fresh
metaphors
each new day ..
Then we don’t
have much further
to look for
the right answers ..
Since that
old red silk scarf
of yours,
says it all anyway ..
As it floats
down on a whisper,
to the most
dangerous
of sidewalks below ..