Sometimes speaking plainly isn't enough. Poetry and short imagery from the past and present.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Puppy
you’ve put me
on a short leash
until you've moved on.
And when You’re safe,
you'll let go
and i'll be left
to wander through traffic,
while the leash,
still attached,
drags on behind me.
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