the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Don't Call It A Comeback

There are dogs out in the backyard
They've been barking at the gates,
Chain-linked like it all made sense
Selling lemonade and chipping at the dents.
So I struck you like a car in motion,
I plucked you like the flower on a weed
And buried you like family,
With sugar, salt, and picture trees
With admiration, fleur de lis.

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