Fall

Hope has survived
wiping wires from outside

on my chest

It beats on the inside

like swollen feathers

of a crow who waits

under blinking lamps

for the last drops
to trickle to my feet..

The changing sounds

of the rain slipping over the piano

make faces,standing in the doorway

where i burnt candles

to the floor

last night,searching

for pieces of glass

you dragged outside

with your eyes....