What was I expecting?
Some profound landscape?
All I found were apartments;
kids playing on broken sidewalks.
What a shame.
Someone should stop it, no?
The yard and their hopes.
I saw her childhood.
I didn't like it.
I expect too much.
I don't like it.
Maybe her bedside will give me reassurance.
Monday, March 15, 2010
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