O Lost Poem by Tom Squires

O Lost



they had finally found the money
in blank cold secret stares
listless and fragrant from the turning
of the fresh new earth
this was so they wouldn't have to change
any more lost benevolent caretakers
of the dream's pure and silent flight

Sunday, September 8, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: unrest
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