13 January, 2017

Strange Shadows

It is true
I am more docile now
Not wild like before
Like you knew me before
I am not like the wildflowers
you keep pressed in secret
hoping to give to your beloved

Clipped ruby wings
Plump, taciturn
protect against strange shadows
melting silently
during the sunny part of the day

Leftover relics
built along broken tracks
dividing pasts being avoided
I am not wild but
I am wild and you can’t see me anymore
nor the secrets melting quietly away
wilting from old scorn

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