Monday, December 30, 2013

Muted

This is the difficult time, the time when you'd call.

We'd talk about how the sky looked at sunrise

The pattern of the drapes you ordered, now discontinued

What the dog did,

The small things that laid in a line make a life.

The snow today fell as crystal lace wheels

And that's how it lies on the fallen field still,

But there is nothing to say.