Thursday, November 10, 2005
Flamenco Leaves
Flamenco Leaves
Nobody is around but me and my camera,
Yet I sense that I'm being followed.
I hear the staccato beat of the leaves
In the parking lot where I'm walking,
Like a hundred tiny flamenco dancers
In their flaming yellow dresses,
Fueled by the wind, they tap out their beat,
As if to remind me, that I am not alone.
--Warren T. 11/10/2005
# posted by Warren T. : 10:15 PM
