Monday, November 10, 2014

Rent

Rent
by wind
without oxygen -
and my heart,
a vacant sky
opened wide
by possibility.
Home
that once held:
blown away.
It's pricey,
this freedom.
Blowing through
leaves
and branches,
colorful
and dead;
Beautiful, lonesome,
chilling and hopeful
the chasm
longs
to be filled
and longs
to be.

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