Saturday, January 7, 2017

Sleeping on It

Above the little house 
Under the giant oak, 

A rasping wintry over- 
Night rattle of leaves 

Letting go, blanketing your body, 
Your wrinkled eyebrows 


Something there is 
In your limbs 

Your bones should know. 


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