Friday, January 13, 2012

Cold Season


Sun is shivering air is cold
Are the hot things now clean- bold?
An old man is sitting in the quilt,
Animals in the sheds feel guilt.
Bones are playing music hard,
Not only outward suffering inward.
shivering sun

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