he thought of moving it
out of sight.
disagreed, like to see it there
now, remembering.
see the reflection in the light
of my torch after dark.
the shape leaned against
the wall, the space in the shed
where it used to be.
we tried to give it away, no one
wanted it.
it has been a while.
sbm.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
he thought of moving it
out of sight.
disagreed, like to see it there
now, remembering.
see the reflection in the light
of my torch after dark.
the shape leaned against
the wall, the space in the shed
where it used to be.
we tried to give it away, no one
wanted it.
it has been a while.
sbm.
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