Departure In Winter
An apple split
by my own thumbs,
a removal man.
You are an ebb distant,
a rustle of waves,
an upflight of birds,
migrant in ice.
When you cross the street
to your car, this a closure
in dull light. Winter`s tale.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2015
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