September 28, 2013 § 8 Comments

The book
was full of song
and sorrow
belonging to words
belonging to you

and today.

I could speak more
of today
and the moments of promise
that peer at me
before scurrying by
in song
and sorrow,
but they slip
and shy away,
afraid to compete with
the song and sorrow
of the words
yousqueezedonthecornerofapage –
July 2013


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