"Saturday Lullaby"
There are leaves everywhere
it is nearly the September
of my mutual unraveling
maybe there is a chance
that the phone will stop
its incessant misquito
the bed is unkempt
the sheets have turned
a pale yellow white
the birds outside are circling overhead
the raindrops feel bitter
on my tongue
if I allow memory to linger a while longer
maybe someday will end
and we'll be in each other's arms
once more.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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