The storms of winter passed
and so I left,
on words that didn't matter.
Caught up in the swirls of a bleak and dismal light.
Expectations stuck to me like pollen
months afterwards.
What was it you said?
He regrets it all?
History and all that?
Self above truth.
Love that's easy,
that gives to you
and is silent with its needs,
holds hurts quietly,
unimposing.
Shook the secrets out of me
and let them turn brittle in the bitter, January wind.
And so I left
on words that didn't matter.
'Love' doesn't get much smaller
than that.
And summer is bliss without you.
m.a.king 2008
A contest entry
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500 points, ended July 30, 2008, 21 entries
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Wow, this is a great write. The images are spectacular. Good luck in the contest!
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