LINES
The blacklines scrawl
along the corners of the night
tracing corridors in the caverned stillness—
graphs of gray shades to sable.
The reddened sun peers rays in umbered edges
waking the dark-light of evening’s morning.
I’ll slide my pen along the lane of my slant vision
and touch the colors vertical, outside . . .
But for the moment
I mark the stillness
with you alone
in a peopleless city.
Stanley H. Barkan
Notes on "Lines"
Stanley Barkan insists that poems should not need explanation and cannot have an
explanation. They just are.
Stanley Barkan is a passionate proponent of cross-cultural communications.
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