Saturday, January 22, 2011

Wither - Rose

Red and Green and
Brass and Wood...
Over the Loose Soil
The Things We Withstood

Around in a Square
This is Your Last Place
Over by Your Side Where
A Floral Name Tag Held

By a Boy Who I Know but Have Never Spoken To

Over Black Fallen Shoulders
I See What You Left
Who I Heard So Much
To Whom I was Deaf

I Picked You This to Remember Me By
Pretend to Lay it on Your Warm Chest
So You Can Hold it Forever
A Rose Put to Rest

CK

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