Monday, June 6, 2016

the rust

what seems
like rust is rust.
a decaying of metal
in the rain.
the years
of neglect, of softening,
of being
unpolished,
or washed, or even touched
with
one hand
in affection.
no gentle
wiping of the chamois
cloth.
things need to change
if this marriage
has a chance.

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