Poetry from Aurora
Posted by fictionforum on March 31, 2009
VII.
sometimes when i get phone calls from you
it reminds me of that time i heard a cello playing
in an archway, but i couldn’t see the player
i could just hear the notes evaporating
in my dream, we are having a wonderful
time together, watching the children
playing below and sipping coca cola
on a balcony in the city and it’s cold
