Sunday, November 23, 2014


Some days carry a weight on their heads
As if their neck would break from the burden.

No waits, no hopes, no tomorrows
Next birth is today
Shed stuff with the ease of a tree in autumn

Queen of lost stuff
Always ready with a marching band 
To wave good byes..
Much to the astonishment of the wayfarers who
Walk in and out of the inn.

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