Thursday

baby fawn

As I let the dawn eat my misery

  The sun sets in his e y e s, 

                          this is our goodbye

Dripping   down  the  side  of  my    f a c e

 

    Questions about the moon and how it became

                 Where the rain wears self conscious thoughts of past years

                 With roses between every black bear

   The warm evening night     brings out the mice


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