Friday, May 4, 2012


The world of childhood, did it die, or did the childish – I
Lately, I’ve gone searching here and yon and in dark corners
of my mind – she’s there, I know it.
What great calamity sent her hie to hide
away from day
What was the final injury; what sight; what slur,
what fall for her
was the one that brought the words
no more
I try so hard to remember; I seek to ask, but she flees through veils of
of years denied through rooms long dark, and halls of dust echo
ancient tears she cried

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