Thursday, January 10, 2013

January Sad By Seasweetie




You live in the blue now,
While my spirit twists in the wind
Like a tattered rag caught in the
Skeletal branches of a winter tree.
I would not live where you do now,
Even though there, the frigate birds
Wing eternal across the clear clouds.
But I do wish
That Januaries
Were easier.

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