State
of the Art Lounge Ten Boston, Massachussets
October 23, 2003
Enjoy your senses
in the Meniscus Prose Lounge
Quiet Stephanie Laterza Published 11/15/03
At night
The rain is hidden.
And it’s all one color-
Black.
In these small and still times,
cars rush like waves
across the wet street.
My hair is wet and chilled.
I sit still on a clean still couch.
Behind me bedroom doors have closed,
And the tree shakes her head from side
To side in the free and lightest waves of green,
Like elephants on a savannah.
I won’t permit tomorrow to come
Yet
And one strap falls off my smooth cool shoulder