torn labels: th trees took away my love

th trees took away my love

th tree walked in
to autumn
     th season of sleeves
     unkind and leaves

cold, friday night th hunter’s daughter
in th back seat of a pickup

   to autumn
   and treason

             candle moon
             on a glass lake
             explains my reflection
             slumped back not ready to strike

never thinking and then
th tree walked in
drunk as a hunter
branches her
unreal

# posted by hardyf : 19:44

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