Cats keep darting
in front of me
wasting lives and
I’m afraid I’ll say
the wrong thing
like black
or native
or hunger
Back home they’re
picking apples
baking pies
spilling stones
Trees on fire make
me homesick
for myself
When I placed the
final game piece and
lost by six points
he said:
that other move
gets you thirty you
don’t even know
what you’re doing
and I supposed he
must be right
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I agree -- it is a great poem and that line with "trees on fire" is stunning. So much said in so few words!
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10/15/14 4:19pm
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I love this poem. "Trees on fire make me homesick for myself" especially. Wow.
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10/15/14 2:07pm
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