While The Flowers Bloom
By Rof Cau
outside it must be spring leaves bud, flowers bloom tortoises hatch and birds sing all are shaking off winter’s gloom and endeavor to enjoy spring but winter still rage inside of me long I stand at her empty grave over my heart I carry her ring some fireman saw it still shining amid the dust, rubble and steel my hands take from black coat the broken-mauled shards all that remained of my heart squeezed as tight as my throat pieces run through my fingers falling onto the grave in a heap as if it was but trinkets sold cheap for a long while time stood frozen then – deep inside it all tore loose Written September 28th, 2001 © on Nov 15 2002 09:57 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"outside it must be spring ..."