5/15/06

Trees by Christopher Watkins

Go to the window
say something
you’re facing south
there were trees there once

Hope’s waiting for you
that’s a fact
I’m tired and lazy
that’s not all bad

Your back is lovely
its curvature haunting
I keep wishing for more
there were trees there once
there’s nothing now.

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