upon leaving I fell ill
books and sunsets held against ones shoulders
deceiving
piercing blight before dawn
amongst 100 harvests
and attempts
failed at family gatherings perceived in tune
below and above floors
where grandfather once ate his dinner
solemnly
and peered out his window at what burdened him
and what would later burden me
Friday, February 6, 2009
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