my feet crunch on frozen ground
and what I've known for oh, so long
thaws and drips with morning sun
the wide open space now closes in
fenced and barbed like old Berlin
my mind skates on ice that's thin
what once was won't come again
in the mountains where wild things prowl
packs of coyotes with their low growl
for miles I can see the here and now
and our love there that now goes south
pictures painted in darkest hues
times we spent, just me and you
monsoons came and drenched the sky's blue
leaving just one when it was through
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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