Image borrowed from Yahooin the empty lot,
over grown with brush
and discarded stuff,
i am waiting on the snow
to come cover up
the chalk line, drawn
in the shape of my heart,
wrapping it in a crystalline
blanket (shiver, shiver
it's warm in here)
but soon enough
i will wave my arms
making angels
to trade for people's
smiles, as they stroll by
on the sidewalk, forgetting
it was a crime scene.
Brian Miller
Posted on his site Way Station One
Listed as #36 over on Magpie Tales 43
2 comments:
glenn....i am honored...
You are a poet, sir,
and poets get posted
on my site. But, you
are welcome, of course.
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