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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3442 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Blue Coat Treezaa (T. E. Ballard) We’ve been together too long What will you tell me that I don’t already know? Trees are whispering to each other In this place we are naked, listen to the cold Slipping through us, as if we are visible, Somehow we’ve forgotten how to matter. How to mean anything. Trees tell us nothing Dressed in their white cloaks. Tall brides Wed to winter. Alone I’ve forgotten. I am the sparrow. I am the blue coat. You must push the shiny heads into warm fabric, quickly because your father is waiting in the car and your mother is silent, you are invisible, falling into her pocket and she is gliding past; a penny on the slippery floor. Then she is gone, you know she is gone before the car pulls out of the driveway. You are alone. The coat does not matter. My death will be blue. I will say to the children dress me in clouds, give me rings of water around my wrists. Let me beautiful. Let me be light. |
