Tuesday, May 19, 2015

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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