writing desk ravens

Someone is out there in the distance,

Cribs and cradles, soup and ladles,

Riverside company, a slow morning,

Is this enough?  Have I learnt my lesson?

Valentines is three months away.

Broken promises, traitorous love without

Our righteous brothers, or sisters feeling

Reason a bear, the hibernating winter

Does freeze, our skin tightens, bells jingling

Before Christmas, leading up to like

A drumroll please...places are set. Dangerous

Need sucks at marrow like a wild beast.

Call the bellhop, he is not young anymore

Bespoken for and the reality of who he is

All we wanted to be and more, we are only

Lonely, and each of us only one, with our

Children and mothers and fathers,...and pets!

On balconies, as though we were hanging from

November we have been thankful for it, and

Grow weary of false advertising, and old clothes

Brought to one country for a fortune of old faces

Are our forefathers happy in heaven with pilgrims

Reason in writing desks, scribbled notes, like cursive,

Newborns in barns, writing like birth our breath....

Author's Note

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