Wednesday, June 3, 2009


The girl comes undone
An unraveling thread spins out her grateful demise
Just last week stars bloomed in every eye
Today is done
Tomorrow too far to contemplate
On the horizon
Distant smoke
Heralds the obliteration of another week
And the fanciful dreams
Of the whole and well
Render her silence at once acute
Perhaps in this tundra
Spring will come
And summers kiss won’t be too late
As she hangs her flag upon a mast
In surrender
In remembrance
It’s worth the wait

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