POMADAY
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Pine
Out the upstairs window
in the field across the road
is a big lone pine.
I am so quiet I can hear her.
She says
There is nothing else to do.
There is nowhere else to go.
It is a message
from outside and inside.
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