Wednesday, 2 February 2011

Whilst listening to Local Natives

I lost the end of love.

The ribbon faded in a high
tide of shrunken wind.
Someone had tied it to the fence post
whilst I was not looking.

If I had known, I might have rescued it
from certain death and
impartial rumours.

My world, crushed ice.

I just sit listening for new light
but it still hasn't turned up.

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