Saturday, February 16, 2013

Old Ghosts

They sit together
alone

those paths well
trod

now worn dry

those things they found
familiar released

an ascending weight
inverting the grave

tipping out
old cloth

a dry leaf still holding
fast

ignoring the fate 
of the tree



1 comment:

Megan bytheBeach said...

Hi! I just started up my own blog and happened to stumble across yours! Just wanted to say that I have found your poetry particularly intriguing! You're very talented, and I admire your confidence in posting your work publicly! Have a nice day :)