Sunday, April 8, 2012

A poem unrelated to Easter.

A blackened sky, but not by night -
The dormant greens begin to fade.
They've given up this (pointless) fight,
And made an understanding with the shade.
While those across the street begin to bloom,
And pollinate to multiply their kind,
They banish all their nihilistic gloom -
So I am left inside this bind.

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