Thursday, December 31, 2009

July 1, 2009

In this windswept
college town that has
emptied for Christmas
like loose marbles

I am alone in my
little castle of a house.
The doors, now locked,
stand at rare attention

to defend their one king
whose thrown is made of
half-written sonnets, whose
crown, discarded popsicle sticks.

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