flesh 4

roy herndon smith

before abstraction
the two men walk by, they raise
they drop their arms, hands

the rhythm, the rhyme of
talking, not talking, before
body and spirit

flesh sings silence, noise
into language, the lace curtain
waves in the window

bits of shadows, light
flit over the walls, before
time composes space

the woman in white
with her parasol walks by
her skirt waves up, down