Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Chiseled form

on a rare whim
you usher in a hesitant winter

he recounts the soundless
surrounds of glaciers and shows you fossils

the eventual destiny of bizarre leaves
he had unearthed

naively you play to the tune of icy winds
view the residual spring flaking off

you fabricate the sketch of a castle made of ether
before you realize the wise guest has left

and in secret he has taken with him
your cherished greens

you resemble a chiseled stone sculpture now
a grotesque d├ęcor fit for shipshape rooms

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