The Past Is A Bouquet Of Dead Words-Austin Wallace
The Past Is A Bouquet of Dead Words
By Austin Wallace
Whorls of worlds
enwomb abandoned thoughts.
Like sidewalk scraps, someday
someone will stumble through them again,
groping through words
to find a lost world’s fingerprints –
most smudge everything they touch,
while some touch everything they smirch.
Copyright C. 2008 Austin Wallace