Wednesday, 27 October 2010


Towerblocks cradle us like bookends:
I'm a slim volume, you're
leatherbound, slightly foxed.

The city loves us today.
We could be advertising
Ray Ban, Ricard.

Late sun casts us
as giants on the sidewalk.


Tamar Yoseloff

1 comment:

Devika said...

ha! loved this...the ending and the way we could fall prey to illusion :)

good additions since my last visit,