More maps

More maps

A Poem by dukovan

Oh my, a quiet conundrum
out on the lawn.
I swear I saw it was flashing.
'Didn't last very long.

Their son and daughter
quiet evening, back lawn,
Couldn't decide where they're going
'blades were cut while they're young.

I hardly mentioned
we hardly talked.
Didn't need to say all that much.

This box in the basement
you buried under the yard.
Secrets speak silence
never takes long.

I wondered if you were coming along.
Not that I ever mentioned 
not that you didn't wait all that long.

Forget that I mentioned
I didn't need to say as much
I might've made up the map myself.

© 2014 dukovan


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Added on June 11, 2014
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dukovan
dukovan

Oconomowoc, WI



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