Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Days of 2003 Valentine

The pigeons were moving in
When I bought the place
Whenever I sit down
She leaps into my lap
The truth must be like that
To consciousness as this tree
Is to my eyes a sudden revelation
Luckily I keep a key in the garage
For when I lock myself out
This luck is also a revelation
A whole congregation of care
Building up to my remembering
The key I had hidden from myself
Now you know all my secrets

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