Archive for March 4, 2014

The smallest thoughts

Seen through empty bottles
much brighter looks future:
green light no shadows
but headaches will come.

With this bed I thee ring
in worse and for the better
to belove and hold on to
till one is leaving in awe.

There are lace memories
beds covered with petals
wooden floor and bottles.
Enough said. You’re gone.


The world can best be kept out,
no one entering the house, phones out,
no television, only sounds
of nesting blackbirds
for whom it’s just another Spring.

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