just you and me
with two brooms going
and nothing much to say
the needles everywhere
dried up
sticking to our socks like
insults
unready to be dismissed
we did not know
exactly what
those trees meant
when mine
with glory blazing
and everyone
clustered around
blissfully nestled into false frames
one last time
we come back
tired
with two brooms going
and nothing else to say
-sk 1/13/14
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