Thursday, November 28, 2013

Bare Bark

I've walked along
this road
for a long time now.
I know I'll have to turn somewhere,
or, perhaps,
turn back
to my beginnings.

Along the way
the leaves have fallen off of me,
so I walk this road
with only the bare bark
of my own winter.
It's the last that is left of me
and
the best.

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