Gone


He

he was a

fawn

and

I

I was a

poet

a

lifetime

ago

straining

to stand

he

he

cantilevered

and

I

I

was an

oak

in a deep

green

forest

he

preened

rubbing

his

pelt

against

my

bark

now

a lifetime

past

he

he

continues

to

roam in

deep

forests

and

I

I

am

moored

alone

on

prarie

2 thoughts on “Gone

  1. Are you talking about NICK in gone. Did you mean to say I I repeatedly throughout?

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