Friday, November 14, 2014

A Long Winter

Empty lives are not always like empty trees
Buds hidden under a dusting of snow
Even if they seem that way
Even if the snow does conceal leaves
Strewn about in every direction
Trees seldom stand alone and
Once a leaf falls
Who can say where it fell from
Who wants to admit that they know the difference
Between and empty tree and
The alternative

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