Poem 20150329

so impatient and greedy
for words
the reader clicks
and clicks and
clicks

and here they are
a few lines
meant for the hungry reader
lines etched in photons
that disappear
when the window closes
but leave their ghosts
trails on the backs of your eyelids
like fireflies
the night cannot hide

you could feel them
with your fingertips
if you could just
make
it
dark
enough