Old and Cold
I lean beside a furrowed willow tree,
with threadbare limbs downcast
as I recall a meadow of youth's game--
now my belly, bones are empty,
falling weary from old age and distant
cold orange pulsating starlight.
A Brian Strand Contest : 239
10 Nov 16
Copyright © Banjo Casto | Year Posted 2016
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