Friday, August 9, 2013

THEY COME IN THREES

1.
I swallow this thought
wet, and thick,
like an eel.
oh! (your sweet slumber)
you do not deserve
me
 
 
2.
As the drones must be
driven from the hive, come
winter, so too must
you
 
 
3.
I wonder, how many times
will I have to learn
the lesson; just
because a fruit falls from the tree,
does not mean it is
sweet.

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