Tuesday, January 13, 2015


Yesterday's winds
Sweet and warm
Sweep me away to the hours of innocence
Back to the sticks, back to the stones
To crooked smiles
And dripping cones
Sneaky crank calls on summer nights
Healing knees lumpy with mosquito bites
Dusty cheeks turned to mud
Skipping ropes and silly rhymes

Tomorrow's storms 
Bitter and cold
Sweep us away to the hours of delinquency
To clenched teeth
And dripping coats
Sudden invasions on winter mornings
Brought to our knees after countless warnings
Hairy cheeks turned to blood
Shouting vengeance and silly rhymes

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