Sunday, January 6, 2008

Out the window

Sad, filthy, lumber stacked against a fence
Grieiving a project conceived but not nurtured.
Dead weeds stand defiantly against leafy dirt
As flags proclaim captured and conquered territory.
Dormant vines hover over the fence 
Like bed-hair after a restless, sleepless night.
Winter waiting, waiting winter.  
I notice the pause between breaths.
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