i stand in
the nowhere
where everything
is covered in snow
except the only oak,
the singular sky and
the big black mitten
standing next to me
like i am a friend.
it wants to ask something
but doesn’t say anything
and the mitten lost
tells everything.
mitten poem
Jan 22, 2009
| Posted by
Total Lee
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poetry
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