Wednesday, March 2, 2011

The One With Late Afternoon Blues.

Dear Lover,

I'm exhausted.
Heart is heavy.
And nerves are anxious.
For my Brother.
And all I really want to do right now.
As the sky fades from white.
To pale blue.
To rose.
Is swing on this back porch swing.
Smoke a pipe.
And be read aloud to.


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