Treasure Island

Justin Tallman

(September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

Lost In A Chosen Wood


the wind blows
whispering directions
commonly given to a fool
with disagreement the trees
oppositely sway
to the sun
dawning a new day
the clouds quickly cover
the new display
can't do anything else
than adopt this new
struggling play

Submitted: Saturday, February 02, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 02, 2013
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