the summer is galloping away...
in my little world this way...


Leavings

It is over and the tans will become wanly
And wantonly dimmer as if small deaths have
Been applied each day to combat rosy cheeks.

You must go home now and live and we
Will stay here wishing warmly the world
Is not as icy as we think it is...and we are not so
Easily able to see the shame of it all.

Tonight there is space for the old-fashioned
Children playing hide and seek.

Eek!
Apparently I'm it!







Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-08-30 at 01:31

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