Somewhere Past Your Focus
Speckled black
Against a shiny redness;
Once cleaved to old and tattered,
Inspiring me to cleave it to -
A new found insignificance.
An extension of what really matters
Hidden somewhere past your focus;
Underneath the wood and glue,
Such a little thing as this -
A faint memory of you.
Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2006
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