Saturday, November 26, 2016

They do not teach us

You were just now
the soothing rustling of leaves.

In the winter, a bird
singing a song
I have not been taught.

There is
enough about you
who am restless
and clumsy,
cannot reason.

I fail to
determine your weight
against the
of this world.

In every case scenario
I try,
but cannot touch you.

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