Archive for May 8, 2012

Slow days

Going through slow days
I watch the grass grow faster.

The poppies have shadows
moving on, following clouds
and never return.

All is on the move.

Your absence remains though,
always there, the same wall.

My days become static.
My days are a wall with no shade.

I stand in position and my garden
How fast does the grass grow
now you are not here.

How dead
is a wall with no shade.

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