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One foot strands before the crib. The other by the casket. A question formed upon stilled lips. Is passed on but never asked. . I guess I believe that there's a point. To what we do. But I ask
He left his dead in the cottonwood trees. The ground grown too hard with the years. Falling down was not what it used to be. The ground grown too hard with the years. . He told his children those
If you offered me a shade of blue. Would I return it saying that it was too. Dark or light?. Or would I see it for the precious thing. That it might one day be?. Hold on to me. . If you offered
Speaking confidentially. The fire that burnt inside of me. Has turned to ash the tortured tree. That grows beside the anguished sea. Speaking confidentially. . Speaking metaphorically. The eart
Now I know, now I know what it means to be broken. Now I know, now I know what it means to be bared. You in the chair perceptibly sinking. I'm on my knees once again made aware. Of the world out t
She says, 'i'm getting that lonely sinking feeling,. You know what I mean? '. With his hand on her back he's thinking,. 'where does that leave me? '. Just when I think I've uncovered the secret.
The stillness here,. Like what he sometimes finds inside her,. Hits so hard it can steal your breath forever. He sometimes wonders. Is the sum of their lives together. Him on the floor and her lo
I don't want to be no patch on no quilt. (I just want to see. ). Tear-stained stitching linking memories to guilt. (I just want to see. ). I don't want to be no hair on no wall. (I just want to s
The stillness here,. Like what he sometimes finds inside her,. Hits so hard it can steal your breath forever. He sometimes wonders. Is the sum of their lives together. Him on the floor and her lo
My mother sang the sweetest melody. Although she never sang in a musical key. I'd hear her through the house. My name called out loud. My mother sang the sweetest melody. . My mother's hands wer