Author: SixHitsofSunshine PM
poemRated: Fiction K - English - Words: 70 - Published: 03-25-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2651508
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A roadside wooden cross,
with a bouquet of false flowers -
killed & commemorated this time last
It stands in the retreating snow, revealing
what slept under it all winter, and the
first moth I've seen all year chases
a robin in the echelons of upper branches.
April will be crueler than Eliot could conceive,
so take these poems, spring, these laconic
ramblings I wrote in your father's house.