Tuesday, March 23, 2010

A TREE ON PACIFIC

Kay H.



 "If I could kiss your sole once again, Mother."
                    
              
I SAT BY THE HARBOR, 
TALKING TO THE  WIND,
LIKE A HOLLOW TREE, 
WEEPING FOR  ANCIENT SOULS,
 FOR MIRACLES.

 IT WASN'T THE  WISDOM'S  SEASON  THOUGH
I  HEARD  A PASSER- BY, IN DISGUISE,
WHISPERING
"THE DEATH IS  THE ONLY RELIEF MAN IS 
SCARED OF."
BUT WHEN I TURNED AROUND ;
OH DEAR Me- DAMN  ! HE'S  GONE.

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