Friday, March 23, 2007

break

i won't be able to say if it must be so
if you must break me
only it is, and i am full of letting

all my orchards cast colorless
and begin crumbling in a dusty kind of light
if you must break me

i won't hope i know how it ends

i'll be out in the meadows
gathering wildflowers to bring inside

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