Sunday, February 11, 2007

My Room on a Street



Outside my door
I am on my way to the station
I ring a bell on a bicycle(1)
I knock three times on a white metal barricade(2)
My hand glides a green fence(3)
Then a white one(4)
I open and close a red mail box(5)
I brush a red gridded fence(6)

1 comment:

Konrad Newman said...

i posted a comment on verse 5 :-)