Chicano Poet

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Sandbox

Love came
and went.

Sand was pulling sand
so carefully.

There was a ribbon
in your hallowed hair.

I thought of love
there in the dark.

Light sprawled
about.

It is months now
you keep at bay.

Arms extended in front of you
like realism.

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