The Tale the Pine Trees Knew
by Bob Babbabobbabibba

flap, flap, flapetty flap those hazel eyes that you
melted away to a charred ash
Trickling
as bear cubs police the shade
Sweet Seed
that is straight and succulent no more
Where ARE the snows of yesteryear?
.
I guess you figured by now

Written May 24, 2001, 8:11 am
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