Crisscrossed
With heavy muddy feet.
The chambers of our hearts are Crisscrossed.
We were once light-footed and golden-leafed,
but time always unveils its true........ offbeat.
Shakes the color from every tree
rapes the berry from sweet offerings.
Ice fills December's coffee cup,
seasons removed from the smiling bud.
Roaches nibble on the bones of love...
Flitting down the path, yet another dove.
Throat rimmed in gold to cloak what's to come.
Rain freshened flowers, devoured by dollops of mud...
Crisscrossed.
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