Monday, January 13, 2014

we did not know exactly what those trees meant

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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