Sunday, October 31, 2010

presto agitato

hours and days
melt into
a single-minded trance

fingers run up and down

like mice, hiding
dodging, scurrying

in a hurry, in restless

despair, jumping
up and down, on their toes

trying to find a hole

to sink into, and disappear
without a trace

1 comment:

Tangled up in blue... said...

love this one! :)