Monday, April 29, 2013

Nowhere Else He Needs To Be

His thoughts are of a forest
All trees now stumps
Roots buried deep and still
Memories reaching for water - -
to moisten there dust of will
and with his eyes closed…..
the sun brightens, the day
as he looks out blankly
with nowhere else he needs to be -
nor wishes…… to go.

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