a single eye peeking through the branches,
her eyelashes are leaves.
she's been smeared onto the sky,
blurry to the eye.
or maybe she's just shivering.
tonight was exceptionally cold,
and she begged for shelter, just one night.
but tonight was exceptionally cold,
and so were they;
animosity lined their mouths.
a lone glow, golden smile
fading.
her children playing hide-and-seek among the clouds,
so nonchalant.
since when is being beautiful a burden?
lone wanderer,
sole beauty.
(c)2003 mai kozai
silence is also music. {8:13 PM}
paperback novel
smell of new books but somewhere,
a tattered, burning aroma.
where from, i'm searching
through the pages, hurdling
(parenthesis) and swaying
out, of, the, way, of, commas,
but still getting caught in "quotations"
putting words in my mouth.
i never said such things.
and.
a.
stop.
sign.
for.
every.
period.
stop and go, not good for my brakes.
my calves are burning
the pages.
pretty soon i won't be able to find
what i am in search for, street signs
will be burned down,
aftermath of the flames.
i've traveled the odd
pages and even
the even page numbers.
still nothing acquired.
searching but being sought,
do i give in or keep at the chase?
is the ending of this story a happy one,
or am i caught in the wrong pages?
read me through and bring me to life.
for now, i am jumping over m's
and swinging on u's.
(c)2003 mai kozai
silence is also music. {3:37 PM}
the poet
mai sharona.
december 5, 1984.
davis, california.
a sucker for flowers.
