Saturday, June 04, 2005

Coals

The trees keep staring
at the lepers while we
sit around and ask
why
And you who left the coals
amidst a bed of ashes
have made the room
unbearably cold
so shivering silently
is my only recourse
and I wait for
the windy night to blot
out the dying light

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