Monday, January 2, 2012

May coins

Every time I closed my mouth I tasted pennies;
couldn't you see that?
That I no longer loved you like a wandering star
dashing between planets.
That still I love you no longer.
That any one of us could have stopped this.
There were deer in the timber before there were wolves
and I was a city before I was your small Southern town.

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