in the early days of spring (2011)
the park too
has its benchwarmers
no one is there for them
except the dogs
sniffing unevenly
in the early days of spring
i can feel the sting
of mourning in the slow turn
of the page
a quiet personal rage
seeps through the cracks of being
ignored
has its benchwarmers
no one is there for them
except the dogs
sniffing unevenly
in the early days of spring
i can feel the sting
of mourning in the slow turn
of the page
a quiet personal rage
seeps through the cracks of being
ignored