Treasure Island

Francis Santaquilani


When it's good
I find you reading
Under a full tree.
The shadows of its leaves
Dance around you and
A warm breeze parts your hair.
Then I walk you home.

When it's bad
The same tree is naked.
I only find you because a bitter
Wind peels wet leaves
From your cold, white thigh.
Then I struggle to untangle
The tree's roots from your hair.

Submitted: Sunday, December 21, 2008
Edited: Sunday, December 21, 2008

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  • Chuck Audette (4/1/2009 4:16:00 PM)

    Terrific! I love these contrasts and personifications. The best part is that you capture both with a beauty and grace. -chuck (Report) Reply

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