You found me
new home, new cast on
the door, new
manner of waving
my hand new cozy
means of breaking up
rust thumb through
condensing stains
all easily
forgotten.
This won't make
much sense
tomorrow, until
tomorrow, either.
She asks, please
come in
my badge please
find my newly
forgotten tree.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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