Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Thursday, June 05, 2014
The winter leaf
Was the last
Who's held breath
Hoped beyond autumn.
I walled myself
Against the cold
Careful not to crush him
With my winter boots
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