Kean Ghiero - Green

Dragging on

the morning lights
are
beginning
to melt
the dark
of the night
steadily
before
my eyes

that is all
that there is
of
significance
to see
from
this window
here

and all
I have
to say
at this
hour

the
black tarmac
road is
deserted
and
the traffic
light
is
turning
haughtily
from
red to green
only for me
here alone
on the
first floor

going
nowhere.

Kean Ghiero

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