Barrywone
  1. PASSERS-BY

    PASSERS-BY,
    Out of your many faces
    Flash memories to me
    Now at the day end
    Away from the sidewalks
    Where your shoe soles traveled
    And your voices rose and blent
    To form the city’s afternoon roar
    Hindering an old silence.

    Passers-by,
    I remember lean ones among you,
    Throats in the clutch of a hope,
    Lips written over with strivings,
    Mouths that kiss only for love.
    Records of great wishes slept with,
    Held long
    And prayed and toiled for. .

    Yes,Written on
    Your mouths
    And your throats
    I read them
    When you passed by.

    (Source: barrywone)