She had a tattoo of a tree:
And in the tree-
-There sitting me,
Alone as was reality.
And when I asked her to
Explain-
-The girl refrained-
Just stared into the wayward mark.
The singing larks,
The branches part,
With no one else in company.
She had a tattoo of a tree:
Alone there sitting me-
Alone-
-Alone as I would ever be.
No comments:
Post a Comment