Sunday, September 2, 2012

Overread at Booth Two: from 366

Your eyes
Are finally dry
Was never sated until long before now

And now -
Now is the moment
That we share
Behind this pane of glass while the rain
Beats the backyard grass

And tears out the trees
That we planted last Spring

And we don’t
Hold hands

And the raindrops,
Like small explosions,
Are the only sounds

Left between

from 366

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