Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Goodbye

The silhouette--
a heron, blue.
The sun has set.
I think of you.
Rain rips apart
a spider's web.
She'll reweave, and
be destroyed again.
Sweet cedar scent
drawn out by the wet
uplifting and fresh
can't help me forget
your so-sad eyes
the shake of your head
the soft "good-bye"
you barely said.

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