Monday, June 4, 2012

Caught, Tangled in Old Years.

Caught, tangled in old years;
young man,
the brambles have made you
delicately eccentric;

your ears are closed
but to the berries,

 eyes fixed to where the winds
have bent them;

like a hawthorn above the sea,
you seem to have frozen

at the very moment
you were jumping clear.

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