Tuesday, July 16, 2013


One day, I took my sadness to the cutting board
Sliced it up into pieces,
Little nuggets of misery.
I placed them in hidden spaces -
Concealed in the knots of trees, buried under sparrow nests, cloaked in wildflowers, grass, and dirt.
I sunk them into the bottoms of lakes,
Hiding them until I realized:
I had made a bread crumb trail leading back to you.

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