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
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.

2 Responses to “a hurried sentence came over me”

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

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