04-28-2014, 04:40 AM
I open your envelope and you are there
like a scented magazine on a spring day,
or a skunk that walks across the yard at night
when no one is watching;
and the thoughts of your absence circle my mind
like buzzards over a certain area of the woods
where I don't go
and you don't either.
like a scented magazine on a spring day,
or a skunk that walks across the yard at night
when no one is watching;
and the thoughts of your absence circle my mind
like buzzards over a certain area of the woods
where I don't go
and you don't either.