Tuesday, November 5, 2013

retreating

frost
building his
wall
salinger his fence
still hearing
the mortars
going off,
the silent
monk
climbing
his perch
to hum out
his days,
garbo
without words,
to each
his own
goodbye to a world
gone sour
that must
be lived in,
finding a way
to retreat
and yet not
surrender.

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