On Ilam Road

August 3rd, 2007 by Fraser

One rest-home is
distinguished from
all others by
a perfect tree,
winter-bared

And I am walking
at night. The moon
a finger bone
cross-section
phosphorescing.

Impatient to
be home and warm, still
for eight steps I watch
a hundred bark
fingers intertwine.

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One Response

  1. Snail

    Your poetry is beautifully descriptive. You are quite talented.

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