a bad case of reflectionitis.
28 December 2005
  Words on Napkins No. 2
this love is a reaching branch
as the season shifts
and the syrup moves in
the trunk takes you away
your sweet nectar trapped
and i fall to the ground slow.

my shadeless old home
where we'd sneak hours
connected by root and sun
effortlessly changed by light
nestled against our maple grain
as you fed me your juicy life.

winter boasts the separation
now i mourn our love
grey and drained of beauty
crushed by unknowing shoe
worn by swirling white storm
i weep looking above at our summer
praying to know spring again.

i love you.
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