Monday, November 2, 2015

The End of Fecundity

Soil dried to dust 

Scattered by wind

Red handkerchief tied 
About your nose and mouth

Clouded air swirls like 
Dervishes around you

You walk towards the cabin

In the distance  

Barren arms of a tree

Skeletal roots
Drying out in the sun

Standing in the doorway

Watching emptiness
consume everything

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