Crook
You stole my laughter and hid it well under layers of concrete
I used a jackhammer to release them and with care
Moses was our traffic cop and we floated in opposites
Our love was stricken and the wind blew us like lonely chimes
I was your orphan taken back as a suit that won't fit
I am not a fool but was
How dos it feel on your tower
Can you see me and my clear eyes
The laughter has come back to visit
Sometimes I ride it as the sea we loved
But Moses wags his finger at me and I am reminded
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012
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