The Inaccuracies of Poetry
(a Haiku)
It wasn’t the whole
truth, but half-lies can be more
honest anyway.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Letting The Sunshine In
Their makeshift curtains are visible from the path
And my windows are stark in comparison
Too high to show into my soul
Where my bare windows make more sense:
That heat pooling in at 4 in the afternoon
Falls directly on my sorrows
And is the only thing that reminds me of home.
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