Friday, 27 October 2006

Lost Cities by Steven Schroeder

Rain remembers every face
it's ever touched, Kohelet, when
it slips unseen to sea, overflows
with rivers of them, lost cities
that rise in clouds sky
cannot contain.

Steven Schroeder, Chicago, USA


Juliet Wilson said...

This is a beautiful short poem and as it has been raining for days here it felt right to post it today!

Paula said...

Very nice poem; quite visual and moody.