Wednesday, March 23, 2011

crumbs

1
the blood flows
threads pulled from a heart
tangling into oblivion

like bird songs in a forest
not a path to remember
but crumbs of a wave
lost on the shore



2
the empty branches
an unsteady metronome
as the wind shakes
a few crumbs of snow
from the blanket of clouds

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