A Poem

Lie your broken bones here –
See the sun going down – just now brushing the tops of the New England Pines
Cry for yourself and your fears – Feel your own bones
Scraping edges
It’s fine – Dream of truer days, you never helped, and will not see

-M. Taggart
copyright 2017
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