Saturday, July 18, 2015

no one like you


You, Tatyana, say the sound of the setting Sun is wondrous, and I ask you, Does it sound like bacon sizzling. I've never heard, You only stop once, turn, and I see you're laughing. You're not ready for eternity to end just yet, I know, I can see you walking with purpose, long strides like a giraffe, swift as an impala, distant white clouds under a cobalt sky. You want to see it up close, slowing to gawk like a long-neck at a train derailment, don't you? Yes, I am slow to write, deadline is near, I drop pad and pencil in the barren grass by the railroad and accompany you to the end of the world.


photo by Bruno Dayan

2 Comments:

Blogger Elena Sands said...

Well done. This is beautiful, lyrical. I loved the language in it. I must say, you've outdone your previous selves here. :-)

7/18/2015 10:26 PM  
Blogger phil said...

Thanks, Elena. :)

8/01/2015 9:34 PM  

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