the tree the wind lives in by pd lyons


the tree the wind lives in

 

the tree the wind lives in drowses a whisper

something on the road rain windows our promise

like rides to every hitch-hiker never kept

 

smoky headlights  hide and seek 

some kind of lace hung by my visiting mother

as if ever earned a simple gratitude

 

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when i was 18 i moved into my first apartment. one day my mother came over. she hung lace curtains in the windows.

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