Tuesday, December 1, 2015

The Things We Leave Behind


                                   do you remember the day we left the lodge

                                    walked into the woods

                                    your family still around the table

                                    noisily remembering all they could get their hands on


                                    how we made love in the snow

                                    my back against the tree / you leaning into me

                                    so often they are the same 

                                    the things we leave behind / the things we carry

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6 comments:

  1. Geo.December 2, 2015 at 11:04 AM

    Beautifully organized images. There's motion in the memory presented.

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  2. Alaric jonesDecember 3, 2015 at 5:58 AM

    Very sweet poem. Thanks.

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  3. MontuckyDecember 3, 2015 at 8:57 PM

    So many of those things are bittersweet, and sometimes very sad.

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