Did spring miscarriage, thrown away
to the indignant hammock sky, its pledges
torn to pieces of unsent postcards -
once stealing kisses between the blinking lights;
a disappearing act of flying Russian circus;
but now mismatched and tainted?
How easy it was for you to take the sidewalk
on the other side of the city
and start bargaining your own future
devotion to other people’s suffering -
stamping out the almond blossoms;
like an old porcelain doll
you no longer
| i really like several of the images in this.."the indignant hammock sky"|
"stamping out the almond blossoms"
we had a spring---we were an "us"
two seasons that melded together..now we walk on sidewalks at opposite ends of the city...how did that happen?
reminds me of living in the same town with exes...
supposed to have borne a summer---instead...it is barren and cold like a winter.
|| Posted on 2012-04-22 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] |