the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Cover Ups and Letters

Caught mid-swing, I struck out of the loop.
The dots in my eyes and the curls in the cue
Told me we had been here way too long.
There was only one sway to the song,
Which made it easier for the trees
With their fresh new leaves
And a wedding band in the form of a tire swing.
Your summer lay exposed on the calendar,
She was comfortable once
And wonderful enough,
But nobody would undress to challenge her.

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