Thursday, February 11, 2010

2/11

Heart friends bring not joy, mine no time for joy, but kindness
With care. Assuage brief brackets of moments from time forlorn,
Rest amid supportive seconds.

Winds lift a blanket of snow geese winging broad fields of broken corn.
A sight seen only this day by lonely me. Tears seep down cheeks
Chapped by remorse.

Under sun blushed skies, wings stiffen for landing, geese disappear
Among stalks, a field filled to emptiness. Imperceptible to me
As now are you.

I weep, geese, friends, you, move on.

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