Thursday, May 2, 2013

Poem For Then, Now. Hopefully Tomorrow.



then



years are full.
we, too, become so.

beneath nature's 
facade
and those structured,

we gather one another
as bundles hidden
in attics; 

under socks
in drawers; 

at bottoms of closets;

in open fields of 
now; 

reminiscing.



Poem © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker

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