Thursday 30 April 2015

Emerald
We don't say we are sad any more
We just put paint on it, look at the trees
There is no time to be lonely
We go out, stare at the gliders
They make crosses in the sky
We must not speak
When we have names
Tattooed on our tongues
We don't say any more
For fear of detection.
The water glints next to the picnic table
We don't talk about the furry wasps
The longlegged spiders
The jam traps hung in the trees
The angels that go rusty
Every time it rains
Except it's not raining
It's just blurry, it's just cold.
Copyright Veronica Aldous

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