#1515 - hear the door slam

 

1515

5.54

23.ii.24

hear the door slam

for the dream book

 

we remain at the furthest point

nothing may be read here

 

I am climbing the dune

slip back

 

if we were able to retrieve the last thing

return that way

 

by pencil just so that one could

but at this distance

 

a field of dots brought into focus

text discomposed

the river swept off

now less than a letter each tree

 

through cloud

 

trying for the city

but the trains have stopped

 

will there be a way across

a window?

 

the harbour’s traffic

light from here

 

hear the door slam

the calling of your name

it could be any

 

one thinks one is somewhere in a life

but we are just only here

 

this is the map of the adventure

a setting out of fact