wanting a perfect
grief that lies
gently across my
shoulders like
reassurance
wanting an imperfect
memory that
varnishes away
scratches and
tears
wanting one
more chance to
say goodbye
to talk about
today's snow
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
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Robin, these defy description, because I'm not a poet. This one is so beautiful.
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