Something is between us
-the eye of a needle,
a bitter pill, too many
miles on sad macadam. You are in your dervish world. I am in my room
with a view of a door
closing on the bright light.
-the eye of a needle,
a bitter pill, too many
miles on sad macadam. You are in your dervish world. I am in my room
with a view of a door
closing on the bright light.
Poetry on the run 