Friday, February 22, 2008


light falls on the sidewalk
lit rooms behind curtains
look like eyes in the dark
listening watching laughing
lives like that so near by
lonely figures passing
longing by the street light


'soulless' said...

Aww that's so sad. (sniff) The need to belong is strong here.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi my sweet soulless! I think most poets and artists feel this seperation from mainstream life. I have felt it since childhood. I last read about it in a NY Times interview with John Ashbery called Houses at Night. You're always so sweetly sympathetic. Thanks!