Thursday, March 9, 2017


If life does not leave, should it
Be forsaken? The hunter
Takes the orphan to the woods.
Abandoned children rarely
Thrive, but the few who don't die
Found dynasties and empires.
Of the hunter, nothing's known.

I studied the little life
I'd meant to leave before dusk,
Eyes reflecting the sunset,
Hands reaching out to the trees.
Could I cut another heart
To offer, proof's substitute?
We'll never leave each other.

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