Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Macerating Lemons

Words have failed, writings have failed, and seeing failed,
along with other failures: thinking, swearing, screaming,
breathing...
all have failed beautifully.
It's history razored out of the rind.
And although the water wells have run dry,
there persists in the scant, dusking sunlight,
a pale labelled, 
indistinctly,
"for the heart, another time".