sitting in the shadow of my tremulous sobriety
on the edge of reason and balance
the unattended shouts and blasts
drowning your words
i'm straining to hear
i watch your lips
i read the lines
no sense ensues; floundering observations
tripped by my foggy mind
seeing only shades and shapes
of all the bustled business hereabouts
all that holds my drifting gaze
unconscious inviting beauty
lingering expression
fleeting glances met
and the outlines
burned sharp in my mind


(17th Dec 2007)

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