In The Cellar
They have all gathered in the dark,
tiny shoulders tight with intention.
They are planning
what you've feared most.
Drawing a map in the dust,
they've finalized the details.
Now just the wait,
minutes marking time.
Outside the window
the thrushes tremble.
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Photographer angiethepirate
Poem completed 2/2014
2 comments:
Awesome. :)
I dig this one a lot.
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