some poems

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some poems never start

rather, they are subtle 

and always there

an ending frees worms 

to go on eating dirt

sometimes, men trade their insides for straw

they scare from empty fields

and share apples that fall from nearby trees

every journey ends without alarm

every blown tire

scatters a little bit of ourselves on the road

we remember fondly the lost limbs that brought us home

after white noise

i found dad in the yard

and he shared an apple with me

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

So beautiful, a moment captured

[shoaib]

interesting piece .. nice work

[nothingnothingforgetfor..]

Haha very clever piece, really enjoyed. =)

[GlamGirl]

This is really good! Wow!
I am at a loss of words... incredible!
Amazing write!

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This is wonderful,
very descriptive and well written.