It's Too Late Poem by Karin Holloway

It's Too Late



It's too late to set a date
for our changing fate -
this trip's no waltz
but whirling birds
pecking soul pits.
We're tacky glue, me & you.

Sunday, May 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: relationship
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