November Snow.
Posted: July 14th, 2011, 8:01 am
November 65,
all day waiting
on the building site,
but no one showed
and then came
the snow, white,
cold, drifting
into your eyes,
on your clothes,
over your boots,
and still
no one came,
and so you thought,
fuck it, I’ll go back home,
on the train,
and saw
through the carriage window
still the heavy snow.
all day waiting
on the building site,
but no one showed
and then came
the snow, white,
cold, drifting
into your eyes,
on your clothes,
over your boots,
and still
no one came,
and so you thought,
fuck it, I’ll go back home,
on the train,
and saw
through the carriage window
still the heavy snow.