Lay of Smoke
As if we were rabbits
All that's needed for our happiness
Is the end of the world
I woke this morning to a sound of strange digging
A little grave for a little dog
Maxie
She belonged to my neighbor
A man with only one arm and a garden
Too big for this world
As if we were rabbits
All that's needed for any heaven
Covered with pine needles at the bottom
Into which goes the world
Copyright © Roger Hadden | Year Posted 2014
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