Monday, July 23, 2012

Guest Author: Valentina Cano -- Dials


A master at telling time.
That’s what I’ve become.
A being who watched arrows
and blinking lights,
fluorescence sprinkled over words.
Your smiles are seasons,
whole months of weather.
Vibrant with ticking,
they shape my days.
You have become a sundial for me.
I depend on shadows
to show me the truth.

Copyright © 2012 by Valentina Cano

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1 comment:

  1. "I depend on shadows to show me the truth."

    I like that. We know the truth when we are not in it or have just discovered we have been decieved.