I have this habit
of letting the past hold on to me
like an apple
determined to rot on the branches
hanging shrunken and spoiled
The day the flies arrive I ask
"Is it that time already?"
and try not to act surprised
although it happens every year
But now it is spring
and my branches are light and free
and I'll enjoy it while it lasts
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
I have this habit
of letting the past hold on to me
like an apple
determined to rot on the branches
hanging shrunken and spoiled
The day the flies arrive I ask
"Is it that time already?"
and try not to act surprised
although it happens every year
But now it is spring
and my branches are light and free
and I'll enjoy it while it lasts