Dead End

he came back
when the sky was crying
and said a speech
we were supposed to understand
and by the time the water turned
he was long gone
evaporated
with a residue of truth
well, if I got it
I never let on
and with new life
the dead end where we’d begun
the climb

under the forest canopy
you just might join me
if you could just find me

he came back
when the sky was friendly
but didn’t preach
what we couldn’t stand
and by the time the candle burned
we were long gone
carbon-dated
with the residue of youth

well, if I got it
I never let on
and with new life
the dead end where we’d begun
the climb

          

           

Copyright L.M. 2008.

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