The fugitive effect of light on mind.

You read my mind.

A connoisseur of thoughts you said.

But through eye's windows 

the blinds on your shutters closed

you saw the blind spot I superimposed,

and with the door left open

the laughter around the table

and I were gone

like everything that flies

now written in exile.

Reviews

[Aurora]

Nicely written Mitchell. Succinct.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you so much Aurora.