Monday, January 31, 2011

Cyclic Journey

She takes a lover in the summer
And leaves him in the fall.
In winter, the bedsheets are washed
And dried
And the covers are changed
Every spring.

Next summer, she takes another lover
And he lies between
These sheets.
The fresh wash scent is new
To him
As he mistakes an annual courtesy
For a lasting place to sleep.

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