Humming

Humming

A Poem by Thomas Kainaroi

There's a face
And it's not fixed.

A kind of light flashing in the dark
Is humming above a waterscape.

He was on a hill,
Swaying like a pendulum.
They got close
And the expression was
Somewhere else.

Where are the people,
What are they doing?

Who are the people,
When are they becoming?

7-1-14

© 2014 Thomas Kainaroi


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Added on July 2, 2014
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