Images of Vietnam
The Sweeper
Stealing an hour’s sleep
In the middle of the day
Under a concealing hat
Within peeling walls.
Life flakes like that
And its bits drift to the ground
To be swept away
By the evening wind.
The Sweeper
Stealing an hour’s sleep
In the middle of the day
Under a concealing hat
Within peeling walls.
Life flakes like that
And its bits drift to the ground
To be swept away
By the evening wind.