Pines
When I was Five
I watched My Father put in the ground.
The hole
That buried Him
Buried me too
Slowly
Quietly held in place.
Rain soaked the Pines
That occupied His space.
I never...
I watched My Father put in the ground.
The hole
That buried Him
Buried me too
Slowly
Quietly held in place.
Rain soaked the Pines
That occupied His space.
I never...