The January wind cracked
Spreading the crystallized air through
Bare
Deciduous trees and empty playgrounds
High above
Condensed vapors cling
Before they fall
Like a thousand angels
Fighting
An expired war
Far below
Shuddering branches whisper
To a tattooed
Playground tube
Here comes our blanket
15 years ago
1 comment:
Marvelous! just like you explained to me, except, the real thing was much better.
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