Don’t Go

There was a song in you
that played against my ear
when we were pressed
for time and my arms
were unable to let you go—
the winter trees seemed
to whisper an apology
that they couldn’t hide us
a little bit better,
and even the woodpeckers
were considerate to pause
their racket long enough
for me to listen to the words
which sounded like
don’t go don’t go don’t go.

 

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
1-23-17

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