Saturday, February 16, 2013

Old Ghosts

They sit together

those paths well

now worn dry

those things they found
familiar released

an ascending weight
inverting the grave

tipping out
old cloth

a dry leaf still holding

ignoring the fate 
of the tree

1 comment:

Unknown said...

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