a hurried sentence came over me

while my hand gently grazed over the paper
my pen began to tremble

    outside an empty car stole the silence
shooting lamps of red and white
the horn bleating of theft when no one was 
here
  to hear it

in my unfolding book of poems
                      it is like that

~ Jerry Whalley

Jerry Whalley is an aboriginal poet and writer who likes to bike and kayak in and around North Vancouver.

Filed under: Jerry Whalley by akublik Date 17 November, 2008

2 Responses to “a hurried sentence came over me”

  1. Rob Omura on December 4th, 2008 at Said:

    Hey Jerry! Welcome to blueskies! Nice to see your work again. Cheers. Rob

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