Monday, February 04, 2013

Commit

Like pilgrims
supine, weeping

clothes are planted
like stations

And also like
excuses and bruises

The saddest story
ends again and again

_
at
Labels: , , ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

some warm thoughts on a frigid day

So far this year, the kid from Chicago has visited once and the college kid has spent two weekends at home. I squeezed them every chance I g...