Tag: Living

Fragments of bread
hours after supper
fill my ceaseless hunger —

Midnight and the light
is sparse,
the camel-eyed windows
gaze
at Giacometti
shadows —

Daybreak alights:
I laugh with the warblers,
and the breath of my nostrils
fires the oven,
the bread for my hunger,
once again.

by D. G. Vachal © 2013