Thursday, December 22, 2016

Question Mark

I'll hang those toys on the tree. See how birds stay. I'll touch them. Small. I'll sit by the fire. Braid the bread. I'll comb out the tangles from the light chain. Again. Small moon slaying anyone too near. So what if there is still rubble it will never be cleared away from what is lost for good.

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