Dark Poetry #4 |
gypsy (1) |
JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
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it was autumn and you’d come again in fever pitch with carpet bag to pin our future on your storyboard. you painted scenes in summer colors we had no words or names for and drew us in as shapes unfamiliar to our eye without the brokenness. you washed each frame with camomile and varnished it with mother’s milk, squared the corners, trimmed torn edges, and stuck the fantasy to a cork board with tacks and pins that hurt like hell, then disappeared as carelessly as a gypsy moth leaves the destruction it inflicts. O/L [This message has been edited by JenniferMaxwell (10-02-2007 02:17 AM).] |
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