Monday, January 28, 2013

Shattered


Taunted 
by the gently-creaking 
swing set,
you are reminded
that once you were a child.

            Your tears
         are unlike any
          I have heard:
   The soft, racking sound
     of breaking dreams
            shatters 
        the darkness
            that

f
  a
    l
   l
 s

to

pieces

at our feet.

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