Monday, December 15, 2003

uninvited, again

a cup of tea
cold, grey skies
the wind speaks
through the trees as i
sit here, feet drawn up
in the familiar positions
left foot numb under
right leg, knees
close to my chest
(an oft - repeated tale
of mourning)

outside brings
darkening skies
i leave my hollow,
with wind - reddened cheeks.

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