Thursday, October 14, 2010

untitled poem


sometimes
I feel like my heart
exposed
has been picked apart.
though heavy from all the good it’s caused
-- still left out in the sun to dry up.
people will walk by the dark red pieces
stepping over them
kicking them aside
thinking they’re rocks.
but I know what it is-
what it used to be-
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  1. Dr. Russell Norman MurrayOctober 14, 2010 at 10:21 PM

    I like the abstract. I like the reds.

    I have 'new' surveys just for Alieux.;);)

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