Outlandish Secrets
Outlandish secrets kept in the night wood like
Your brothers beseeching nightmares.
Callous and turned, they strode the dusty ground,
Their minds rafting onto peach marmalade,
Tears full with memory,
And listening, with hearts swelling
Above the earth.
Running with cork guns we pop them all
And forgive whatever was forgotten
When rolling in the grass.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2013
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