Sunday, August 25, 2013

THE FOOL

the one you love comes home
on muddy feet

you open the door
and inside the house

without a word or two for you
sleep soundly
comes

rushing to the bed
dirt lies upon the
the white linen which you have
laundered for
days

when the time comes for waking

again
nothing is said

what for are the coming days?

ah, still for the one you
love

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