Saturday, April 15, 2017

Killing the Witnesses

while i paced in long ovals, flicking ashes into the hedges,
the trees, too old to bend to capricious gusts of wind,
waited and pretended not to listen
to phone calls with realtors and repairmen.

like witnesses, with canopies stretched out over my head,
like the first moments of an embrace, paused.




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